My Wife Is A Call Girl Who Services For Other Men
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Jake watched his wife auction herself as a "bike"—then she drugged him and brought strangers home. She's back at his wedding begging for a second chance.
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Jake, hunting for a lost Bitcoin login, stumbles into a private resale group on his wife's account. Among baffling listings, a second-hand bike catches his eye—May 1999 model, $800, photo taken inside his apartment, the date matching Renee's birthday. He joins the group and watches the replies flood in. A buyer raves about the last time. Someone asks for dimensions. The seller fires back: 90 minutes, 35-23-36. Renee's measurements. Then a photo surfaces: a woman in a maid outfit, face masked, but the hair color and red beauty mark belong to his wife. The post disappears as the seller mentions losing interest in riding because of a new fishing hobby.
His mind jumps to the fish soup Renee serves him every other day, always insisting he finish it. Cat Lover bids $5,000 for delivery and drops a pin: Pinewood Apartments. Renee walks out claiming she just sold that bike and needs to deliver it there. When Jake refuses, she invents a story about an autistic girl. He blocks her, and the seller cancels delivery—but Cat Lover offers to pick up, and the seller gives an address: Oakwood Apartments, his own home.
Renee presses a thermometer on him. Jake slaps it away and immediately collapses. He wakes on the bed with no memory of what happened, hearing Renee scold Tessa for bringing strangers in. Tessa's brother-in-law was there, Renee says, or she'd have panicked.
Jake gathers videos, screenshots, drug evidence, and sends Renee and her accomplices to prison. Later he finds half a million in Bitcoin, builds a business, and meets a woman without masks. But on his wedding day, Renee crashes the venue, begging to restart their childhood pinky promise.
