Vasectomy Betrayal: She’s Out with Nothing Chapter 1

Waiting for my vasectomy, I found a top-voted post:

"What's the cruelest revenge on a man?"

The top answer:

"Pretend to be his best friend, then steal everything he's proud of."

"I did this to my childhood friend. His parents see me as their real son, giving me a higher job than him. His wife—his high school sweetheart—gave me her first time in his newly renovated home. His kids? Mine. They call me 'Daddy.' With one word, she got him to agree to a permanent vasectomy. Idiot."

"Perfect. Now he'll never have kids."

Comments were mixed, but many asked: "Why destroy him?"

The poster admitted:

"He was better than me at everything, always arrogant. I hated him. So I took over his life—piece by piece."

"Right now, he's alone at the hospital, waiting for surgery. Meanwhile, I'm with his wife, planning to use this box of condoms tonight."

His latest photo showed a thirteen-pack of Magnums on my bedroom nightstand.

* * *

The moment I saw that photo, my blood ran cold.

I finally realized that the pathetic fool pitied by over a hundred thousand people… was me.

And the person who wrote that post was, without a doubt, the man I’d considered my best friend my whole life: Marcus Finch.

“So what if you all flame me? You can talk trash online, but in the real world, I’m the one driving a Bentley, living in a mansion, and sleeping with another man’s beautiful wife. My life is straight out of a power fantasy novel!”

Marcus was completely unfazed by the criticism, even taunting his detractors.

“It’s anonymous anyway, so no one knows who I am. Might as well show you something even better.”

He posted another picture.

A woman in a bunny costume was sitting at her vanity, her back to the camera. Her figure was enough to drive any man wild.

And on her shoulder blade was a small, peach-blossom-shaped birthmark.

“Holy shit, so you weren't bluffing? Your buddy’s wife is a knockout. Drop her number, I wanna be his buddy too!”

“It’s a shame to keep a woman like that all to yourself. I mean, her husband’s already wearing one green hat, what’s a hundred more? Share the love, bro!”

My hands were trembling with rage as I read the disgusting comments under the photo.

On countless nights of passionate lovemaking, I had traced that birthmark on Sophie’s shoulder with my kisses, believing it was a delicate flower that bloomed only for me.

But now, that flower had been exposed in the most vulgar way, subjected to the lewd jokes of thousands of men.

A fire burned in my chest, the blood rushing to my head.

And at that exact moment, a young nurse walked up to me with a clipboard.

“Mr. Lucas Vance? It’s your turn for the procedure. Please bring your medical chart and follow me to the operating room.”

Before she could finish, I had already ripped the chart into pieces.

“I’m not doing it. Call the next person.”

My face was a mask of cold fury. I stood up and walked away, dialing Sophie’s number as I went.

She had told me her mother was sick and that she needed to stay with her tonight, which was why she couldn’t come with me to the hospital.

I tried video-calling three times before she finally picked up, but she left her camera off.

“Honey, why are you calling so late? Is the surgery over?”

Sophie’s voice was a little breathless, with a hint of playful complaint.

“You can’t fool me, you know. I’ve already given you a son and a daughter, I really don’t want any more.”

“If you truly love me, you’ll go through with this completely. And you have to get a certificate from the doctor proving you’re permanently sterile!”