Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Debbie felt frustrated at Kasie's message. 'I don't have a problem, and I don't think Carlos is the problem!' she retorted in her mind. Quickly, she typed in the group's chat, "He and I are not that close yet, and I still need time!"

To which Kristina chimed in, "Debbie, I'm really curious. Who is on top? You or he?"

A clueless Debbie couldn't find a good response, so she pretended to ignore Kristina, but deep inside, a lot of questions were running through her mind. Not to make her clumsiness obvious, she clicked on the emoji for anger and sent it. After a moment's thought, she added, "Kasie, withdraw your previous messages. Don't forget we have two boys in the group."

Promptly, Kasie sent an emoji showing a speechless expression, and withdrew her previous messages.

Following suit, Debbie and Kristina also quickly withdrew their comments. By the time Dixon and Jared saw the group's chat, they only saw a thread of several withdrawn messages.

But Debbie's problems were far from over, as her Weibo account had been flooded with comments and messages.

The moment she opened her Weibo app, her phone buzzed non-stop with incoming messages like a switchboard.

When she checked at the end of notification tones, there was a total of more than 99 unread messages.

'What did I post on Weibo to attract all the incoming chats?' she wondered to herself.

Coming to her senses, she remembered her hurried post, which she had forgotten about when the group chats exploded.

The bad part was that a good number of people on the thread had copied Kristina's comments—"Do you dare mention Carlos Huo?"

As if this was not enough, some people even mentioned Carlos in the comments.

Another popular person on the thread was Jared, whose comment had racked up hundreds of likes—"Time waits for no men; just do it!"

A stranger commented, "In the sky the clouds float; it is Carlos' dick that I want."

This comment had the most likes on the thread.

husband. Triggered by the comment, she deleted it without hesitation.

was chatting with Carlos' admirers on Weibo, she got a text message from Carlos saying, "I need to work overtime tonight. So there will be no class this evening. Just stay at home and wait for me.

was too engaging for Debbie to begin arguing with Carlos. Playing along, she

of satisfaction, though he wondered why

Moments and bumped into her

opened her WeChat Moments and saw a comment left by a stranger with the pseudonym "C".

there was only one post on financial news.

was this C?

identity, she closed the WeChat app and began to chat with the girls

to throw in a negative word here and there about Carlos, just to see how the girls reacted. And sure enough, they would attack her immediately, often with epithets and zeal. 'The guy has quite some fanatical

off and dropped her phone on the bed. The next morning, she woke up before daybreak

of bed

was still fast asleep. Too sleepy to think, she also slid between the sheets, closed her eyes again.

snuggled closer, crossing his arms over her, a little higher than he previously held her. Without opening her eyes, she turned to face him, made herself comfortable in his embrace and went out

were wide open. He looked at her, rubbed

time, Debbie was dreaming. Having a nightmare, to be more exact.

kissed her on the lips. Then, he kissed her neck, her

that she was naked and her pajamas were on the floor. But without stopping to think, she put on her pajamas and ran down the stairs. In the

gasped for air and blurted out, "Carlos Huo, I know you don't care if I divorce you. You've already thought of marrying Gail Mu instead, but trust me, that bitch will screw

a bombshell! After what seemed like an eternity, Carlos looked away from the hickeys on her neck and asked in confusion, "Who is Gail Mu? Why would I divorce you?

out from Carlos' lips amused Debbie.

her dream, Gail married Carlos. At their wedding, she ground Debbie beneath her

with your breakfast. I need

stopped her by saying, "Freshen up and have breakfast. The stylists will be here

evening, so she thought the stylists would come here in the afternoon. "Uh-huh."