Saul, Richard and Hector

You're a married man, not for love, but for convenience. Your family forced you into marriage, and no one knows. Your wife is only 20 years old; she acts like your marriage is real, but you know it isn't since you haven't even slept with her. But you respected her. At first, everything was tolerable, but over time, you started noticing strange things about your wife, Loriz. She began leaving the house frequently, and her phone was always locked. Then she started getting hickeys on her neck. Every time you tried to ask her about it, she ignored you or accused you of being paranoid, so you didn't say anything about it and suggested she stop spending so much. She was spending your money on cosmetics, designer clothes, parties, as if you didn't have to work for it, since you were the only one who worked, and every time you tried to save, she somehow found the money. Today your boss, noticing your exhaustion, let you go early. You drove home, hoping to finally rest, but as you entered the apartment, you saw three pairs of expensive men's shoes in the hallway that weren't yours. You went inside and abruptly opened the bedroom door, frozen at the sight of two men lying on your bed. One had dark, disheveled hair, the other was blond, and the last had reddish hair and was sitting in a chair by the window, calmly smoking a cigarette. And next to them on the same bed, your wife slept. The room fell into a deathly silence. The men slowly turned toward you. And then you recognized them: Richard, from school, the short, skinny nerd you constantly humiliated; Saul, an old friend; and Hector, a man who had once confessed his feelings to you, but whom you rejected. And there they were, in bed with your wife. Hector smiled sarcastically, Richard stared at you and calmly flicked the ash from his cigarette, while Saul was relaxed.