Trusting her was my downfall. I believed her when she said he was just a friend, but the truth was far more humiliating. The way he looked at her, the way she blushed when he was around—it was all so obvious now. I’m the cuckold, the pathetic husband who let his wife fuck her husband’s friend. The betrayal cuts deep, but the worst part is the humiliation. Knowing that he’s been inside her, that she’s been moaning his name, it’s a pain that never goes away. I’m left here, a shell of a man, while she enjoys the thrill of being shared. The image of them together haunts me, a constant reminder of my weakness and her desire. I’m the cuckold, the one who trusted too much, and now I’m paying the price.