My Husband Said His Body Loved Her, So I Replaced Him

Right after my boyfriend Tyler's ice hockey championship game, I was on my way to the locker room to surprise him.

Instead, I walked right into him passionately kissing Scarlett Brooks, the captain of the cheerleading squad. The bouquet of flowers in my hand slipped, crashing to the floor.

I stood there, frozen and speechless. Scarlett, however, didn't look guilty at all.

She wiped her lipstick and shrugged. "Tyler and I have been hooking up for a month now." "To make it fair, why don't we just swap boyfriends?

I'll give you Ethan." I turned my gaze to Ethan Carter, who was leaning against the doorway, watching the whole thing. "So, you're on board with this?" I asked him.

Ethan shrugged, his expression nonchalant. "Why not?" From that day on, Ethan actually started pursuing me. Just to spite Tyler, I agreed to go out with him.

To my surprise, Ethan and I vibed perfectly. We shared the same hobbies, the same taste in music, and the same dry humor.

By the time we graduated from college, we were madly in love, and we got married. But in our third year of marriage, Ethan cheated on me. And of course, it was with Scarlett.

Ethan frowned, trying to hold my hand as he explained: "Chloe, you know I love you. It's just...

Scarlett is incredibly intoxicating in bed." "My soul loves you, but my body loves her." I slapped his hand away.

The heavy scent of cheap women's perfume lingering on him made me sick to my stomach. "Ethan, I want a divorce." Panic flashed through Ethan's eyes, but his voice quickly turned cold and stern. "Chloe, we are not getting divorced." I fought back my tears, my voice trembling. "When did this start?

Every single weekend this past month, you said you were traveling for business. You were actually fucking her, weren't you?" He lowered his head, sinking into silence.

Meanwhile, Scarlett was sitting on the edge of the bed, casually lighting a cigarette. "Oh, Chloe, you're still taking things way too seriously." "Ethan and I are just friends with benefits.

He gets laid, and I get his money and connections." "Relax, I have no intention of stealing your husband." She playfully tapped Ethan's lower back, put on her leather jacket, and walked out of the room without looking back.

I turned around to leave too. Ethan grabbed my wrist tightly, pulling me into his chest. His voice was hoarse and desperate. "Stop making a scene, Chloe.

I really couldn't control myself. For the past three years, our sex life has been dead. I'm a normal man.

I have needs." "So that's your excuse for cheating?" My voice shook violently. "When you were pursuing me, you said you despised women like Scarlett the most!" He remained quiet for a long second. "Chloe, my soul loves you, but my body just craves her." "If you hadn't walked in and ruined this today, we could have kept living our perfect life." My heart instantly turned to ice.

I remembered when Scarlett first suggested the "boyfriend swap" back in college. Ethan, who had always been a quiet, reserved boy, had blushed with sheer embarrassment.

After we got together, I asked him if he ever missed Scarlett.

Right in front of my face, he burned all the love letters he had drafted for her and threw away every gift she had ever given him. "Chloe, I love girls who respect themselves and are loyal, just like you," he had told me. "The moment Scarlett said those disgusting words in the locker room, I checked out completely." So after we got married, when he wanted to start his own company, I sold my tech patent without hesitation to fund his startup.

When a bitter competitor tried to attack me with a knife during a corporate dispute, Ethan threw himself in front of me, spending three months in the hospital.

And during my first pregnancy, when I suffered from severe postpartum hemorrhaging, he had broken down in the hallway, grabbing the chief surgeon's scrubs, sobbing and begging them to save me at any cost.

Countless women had tried to slide into his DMs over the years.

But before they could even get close, he would show off his wedding ring and point to his Snapchat wallpaper, which had been our wedding photo for years.

Those feelings weren't fake. I genuinely believed we shared the same values and were entirely honest with each other. Even though our bedroom life was lukewarm, I never cared.

I had tried everything to please him in bed, but he was always passive, wrapping things up as quickly as possible. "Chloe, maybe I just have a low sex drive.

I'm sorry," he would say. At the beginning of this year, he was so busy he barely slept, and we started sleeping in separate rooms.

He had promised me, "Chloe, once I close this venture capital round, I'll buy you that new car.

I'm just so exhausted lately, please bear with me." It wasn't until today, when I saw the dark hickeys covering Scarlett's body, that I finally got it.

He didn't have a low sex drive. He just never desired me. I looked down and continued packing my suitcase.

My hand brushed against the cashmere sweater I had just finished knitting for him. How pathetic.

Every time he went on a "business trip," I would slip little love notes into his luggage, reminding him to stay warm and not overwork himself.

Now that I thought about it, every time Scarlett ripped his clothes off, she must have seen those notes. She must have laughed her head off at how stupid I was.

I pulled my hand back, leaving the sweater behind. "Ethan, if you had just been honest and admitted you still had feelings for Scarlett, I would have at least respected you a little." His fingers stiffened.

He didn't try to hold me back this time. He only muttered, "I'll give you an explanation for this."

He turned around and left for his office. Very soon, his assistant delivered a share transfer agreement to my apartment.

The assistant looked at me nervously, walking on eggshells. "Mrs. Carter, Mr. Carter seems terrified that you're angry.

He was completely distracted during the entire board meeting, didn't say a single word, and almost fell down the stairs on his way out." "He really loves you.

Please don't be too hard on him." On the last page of the contract, there was a line written in Ethan's handwriting: Chloe, please don't be mad at me. You're the only one I love.

I stared at those words in silence. To be fair, other than sex, Ethan had been an incredible husband.

He always quietly cleaned up my messes at work and always left a warm glass of milk on my nightstand when I pulled allnighters. I was terrified of thunderstorms.

Whenever a storm hit, he would cancel all his meetings just to stay home and hold me. Once his startup took off, he was never stingy with money or shares.

He always said, "Chloe, you married me. It's my job to give you financial security." Yet, he still cheated.

He lost to what he called "physiological craving." I let out a bitter, mocking laugh and took the contract into the study.

As I opened the drawer to find a pen, my hand recoiled as if I had been electrocuted. Stashed inside the drawer were several provocative Polaroids of Scarlett.

She was posing seductively, and the edges of the photos were stained with dried, suspicious fluids.

I stumbled backward, my hands shaking as I pulled up our home's smart security camera history on my phone.

It turned out that every single time I went out of town, he brought Scarlett into our home! The study, the master bedroom, the balcony...

They had slept together in every single corner of my house. An overwhelming wave of nausea hit me, and I bent over, dryheaving. The front door clicked open.

Ethan rushed in, frantically rubbing my back. "I was so worried about you, so I came back early." "I've settled everything on my end. I broke things off with Scarlett completely.

I promise you will never see her again." I shoved his hands away. "How could you bring her into our home?!" "That's Scarlett!

You could have cheated with anyone, but why her?!" I threw the dirty Polaroids right at his face. "Since you never forgot about her for the last three years, what did my pain mean to you?

What about the years she bullied me?" Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose, looking exhausted. "The Brooks family went bankrupt, Chloe. Scarlett is working as a waitress now.

I only helped her because we went to college together." "You are my wife. The high school bullying is ancient history. Don't be so petty." My brain went entirely numb.

The "boyfriend swap" rumor back in college had ruined my life for a year.

Scarlett and her exboyfriend had spread rumors on Snapchat that my mother was a highclass escort and that I was a repressed prude who wore a purity ring.

No matter how much I tried to explain, their photoshopped pictures of me had already gone viral.

I was cornered in the girls' bathroom by Scarlett, slapped across the face, and pointed at by everyone on campus. I suffered from severe panic attacks.

Once, I was shaking so badly from low blood sugar that I fainted on the lawn.

Ethan was the one who skipped his final exam to find me, scooping me up in his arms and whispering comfort. "Chloe, you did nothing wrong.

They are the ones who sinned, and they are throwing dirt on you." He spent weeks accompanying me to get medical reports and file police complaints.

But the Brooks family used their connections to bury the case, and Scarlett only ended up giving me a halfassed verbal apology.

But now that her family had fallen, Ethan was sleeping with her behind my back. He gave her money, gave her resources, and gave her his body.

He had completely forgotten what she did to me, even accusing me of being petty. "Ethan, you make me sick!" I snatched the photos, wanting to tear them to shreds.

But he shoved me hard, causing me to stumble and fall to the floor. "How long are you going to keep acting like a child?!" He roared, quickly gathering the photos as if protecting his most precious treasure.

The way he looked at me was freezing cold. But the next second, his phone buzzed. He picked it up, his face turning pale.

Without a single word, he spun around and bolted out the door. Before I could even process it, my phone buzzed with a message from Scarlett. Chloe, come watch the show.

I rushed to the local police station, only to find Ethan sitting in the lobby with a cut on his face. He had gotten into a physical fight with Scarlett's exhusband, Derek.

Scarlett was gently wiping the blood from his forehead, looking heartbroken. I walked past them, keeping my eyes straight.

Ethan jumped up, grabbing my hand in a panic. "Chloe, it's not what you think..." But the officer at the desk interrupted, "Why were you guys fighting again?" Scarlett crossed her legs, speaking with complete nonchalance. "We were hooking up at my place, and my exhusband burst in.

He tried to hit me, so Ethan defended me." "What can I say? We just have amazing chemistry." Nobody expected her to admit to adultery so casually in a police station.

Under the judgmental stares of the officers, my face burned with humiliation. But only for a second. Ethan kept his face down, but he never argued with her, nor did he deny it.

I looked at Ethan. "You rushed over to her place just to have one more quick hookup, didn't you?" "Didn't you say you broke things off?

Were you playing me like an idiot?" Ethan's face flushed red, then turned pale. "Chloe, I just wanted to end it cleanly." I didn't want to hear another word.

I signed the release papers for him. The officer looked at me with pity. "Since it was mutual combat, we can only let them settle it privately." "Mutual combat?

Then charge them however you're supposed to." I tossed the pen onto the desk and walked out of the precinct. "We are getting a divorce anyway.

Whatever happens to him has nothing to do with me."

"Chloe! I said, we are not getting divorced!" He chased me outside, pulling me into a tight embrace. "I was really going to end it.

Scarlett said this was the last time, and then she's moving to Europe!" Scarlett followed him out, her eyes red. "Chloe, I really wanted to let him go this time." I opened my mouth, ready to tell them to go to hell.

But before I could speak, Derek, her exhusband, walked up. He sneered at me with utter contempt. "Ha, so you're Ethan's pathetic wife, huh?" "Don't buy a single word Scarlett says!

They've been hooking up since before we even got divorced!" "They play dirty, too. They use toys I've never even seen before.

Has your husband ever used those on you?" "Shut up!" Ethan's eyes turned bloodshot, and he lunged forward to punch him again.

Just then, Scarlett gasped, clutching her stomach, and collapsed to the pavement. Ethan forgot all about the fight. He immediately scooped her up in his arms and rushed to his car.

As I watched his frantic retreat, my heart was torn to pieces once more. "Ethan, this is the second time you've abandoned me for her." I dragged my feet back to my empty apartment.

Hours later, Ethan returned. He looked exhausted, but there was a strange flicker of excitement in his eyes. "Chloe," he called out softly. "Scarlett is pregnant.

The baby... is mine." Terrified that I would lose my mind, he rushed over to hug me tightly. "I'm so sorry. I didn't expect this either." "But the baby is innocent.

Scarlett had a miscarriage before and has a really hard time conceiving. She wants to keep it." "I promise you, she will stay away and focus on her pregnancy.

She won't ever show up in front of you. Once the baby is born, I will cut her off forever, I swear." I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my palms.

My chest ached with sharp pain. I remembered how hard I had tried to get pregnant over the last three years.

Every time I begged him for a baby, he would coldly dismiss it, saying it wasn't the right time. Yet, after only three months of cheating with Scarlett, she was pregnant.

I pushed him away with all my strength. "Whatever you do has nothing to do with me anymore, Ethan." "We are divorcing.

Period." The guilt in Ethan's eyes instantly vanished, replaced by cold impatience. "I am not divorcing you!" "I told you, my feeling for Scarlett is purely physical.

You are my only wife." "Stop mentioning divorce. I will never sign the papers.

In Boston, no lawyer will help you if I don't give the green light!" I stared at him, my body shivering involuntarily.

Ethan hugged me again, his voice softening. "Chloe, we are the perfect match. Aside from sex, you have to understand me." "But don't worry. I've already booked a therapist.

Once I work through my issues, our sex life will get better.

I will adapt to you and give you a child." My heart was completely shattered. "Ethan, you are truly disgusting." He didn't reply.

He just kissed my forehead. "I'll make it up to you, Chloe." He didn't come home for the next three days.

Meanwhile, I was quietly gathering evidence, preparing to file a contested divorce. Thankfully, a close friend of mine who was a top divorce attorney agreed to represent me.

A few days later, I returned to my apartment from the law firm.

The moment I stepped inside, Ethan rushed at me, his eyes wild and bloodshot. "Chloe, look at what you've done!" "Scarlett had a miscarriage! Why did you have to kill my baby?!"

I gasped in shock. "What are you talking about? I didn't do anything!" Ethan grabbed my shoulders violently, shaking me. "Why did you kill her baby?!

Why?!" "I wondered why you were so quiet these past few days.

You were planning this all along!" "If it weren't for you, Scarlett wouldn't have been cleaned out by her exhusband!" I stared at him blankly. "What are you talking about?" He sneered and threw his phone onto the couch, showing me a Snapchat thread. "See for yourself!" The blood in my veins turned to ice.

The screenshots showed someone using my name and profile picture, spreading Scarlett's private photos on Snapchat and claiming she had STDs.

Then, there was a text message showing "me" hiring someone to run Scarlett over with a car, which supposedly caused her miscarriage. It was a complete fabrication.

I had never done any of this! "Ethan, this isn't me. These screenshots are fake! I'm calling the police!" But he didn't listen.

He began brutally ripping at my clothes. "You're the only one who hates her! Who else could it be?!" "Just because I didn't touch you for a year, you had to destroy her?" "Fine!

If I touch you now, will you leave her alone?!" His rough, frantic touching made me scream in terror. He didn't stop, his voice dark and vicious. "It's fine.

Just bear with it, you'll get used to it." "Maybe we just never tried hard enough. From now on, I'll schedule a night with you every month.

Does that satisfy you?!" At that exact second, my heart died completely. I remembered the boy who had carried me to the clinic when I fainted from low blood sugar.

I remembered the boy who had stood up for me against the school rumors. I remembered the man who had promised me at our wedding that he would never let me down.

Losing all control, I grabbed the heavy tissue box from the nightstand and smashed it against his head with all my might! "Ethan, you animal!" I screamed, my voice cracking. "I have never done anything to hurt Scarlett!" Ethan froze.

The madness in his eyes faded, replaced by a cold, sober reality. He stood up, adjusting his shirt. "I crossed the line today, and I'm sorry.

But stop hurting innocent people." "I'll give you a proper explanation later. Just stay here and calm down." He walked out.

I adjusted my torn collar, forcing myself to stop shaking. Then, I dialed my lawyer. "Marital rape can be used as evidence of domestic abuse, right?

I have security camera footage of the bedroom." "Add it to the filing.

Let's sue him." Right after, Scarlett called me. "Chloe, just sign the divorce papers." I quietly tapped the record button on my phone. "You should be telling Ethan that." She sighed over the line, her voice dripping with venom. "He's only staying with you out of obligation, not love!" "He even told me that if we hadn't been caught back in college, he would have waited for me to grow up." "Chloe, you only got him because I threw him away.

It's time to give him back." She finally dropped her cool, laidback act. I replied calmly, "So you fabricated those fake screenshots to frame me for your miscarriage?

I'm going to the police, Scarlett." Scarlett's breathing turned sharp. "Go ahead!

Ethan will protect me!" "Let me guess... the baby wasn't even Ethan's, was it?" I interrupted softly. "That's why you were so desperate to stage a miscarriage.

It drives a wedge between Ethan and me, makes him feel guilty, and saves you from getting caught when the baby is born and looks nothing like him." As expected, the line went dead silent.

I quietly saved the recording. Almost instantly, Ethan's call came through. He started shouting immediately. "Chloe, what did you say to Scarlett?!

She just lost her baby, and you're still tormenting her! Do you even have a heart?!" I didn't argue.

I simply packaged the security footage and the voice recording of Scarlett, and emailed them to him. By then, I was already at the airport.

As the boarding announcement echoed through the PA system, Ethan's voice finally turned into pure panic over the phone. "Why do I hear airport announcements?

Where are you?!" "Where I am is none of your business anymore." I boarded the plane and took my seat. "Check your Instagram.

Don't you love her body?" "I hope you still love it after seeing what I just sent you." "Ethan, see you in court."