My Wife's "Gay" Bestie Crossed the Line, So I Ruined Him

While we were in the hot spring, my wife’s male best friend suddenly shoved me underwater. He yanked on my swim trunks, ripping them, trying to expose me to everyone in the pool. Then, he pointed at the birthmark on my butt and laughed. "A psychic healer told Chloe that this birthmark means he was a gluttonous pig in his past life!" "Oh my god, Chloe, your husband's is so much smaller than mine. How do you even stomach that? Haha... Tell me, whose do you like better? Mine or his?" I struggled to stand up, instinctively trying to cover myself. But he just smirked and offered a cheeky, provocative explanation: "Don't get the wrong idea! She didn't know anything at first. I was the one who taught her how to please a man!" "Besties don't have secrets. I know way more than you think!" My mind went completely blank. I stared at Chloe in utter disbelief. She just stood there with a smile, not caring in the slightest. Only when she noticed my glare did she say casually, "Alright, Julian, stop teasing him. You know he’s sensitive." She was talking to Julian. But there wasn’t a hint of blame in her voice. Instead, she made it sound like I was the one being a party pooper. Julian glanced at me. Seeing my dark expression, he gave a half-hearted apology. "Fine, fine, my bad, okay?" But then he muttered under his breath, "What's the big deal anyway? Chloe shares everything with me. She even told me how many positions you guys went through last night." "Even on your wedding night, she was on a Snapchat group call with us. We heard practically the whole thing!" Though he lowered his voice, the spa was dead silent. Every single word cut through the air and hit my ears clearly. I was shaking with rage. I had never imagined something this disgusting could happen. Sensing the tension, Chloe’s other friends quickly chimed in. "Sorry, man. Julian is always hanging out with us girls. He just has no filter. Don't take it personally." "Yeah, Logan. Julian always says he wishes he could be more like you. He really didn't mean any harm." Julian didn't mean any harm? That was the biggest joke I'd ever heard in my life. I ignored them and stared straight at Chloe. "Is that what you think too?" I demanded coldly. She frowned, glared at Julian, and barked, "Keep your mouth shut!" Seeing her stand up for me made me feel slightly better. But a second later, Julian threw a tantrum. "Is this really necessary? I just told the truth. What did I do wrong?" "When we guys hang out, don't we talk about this stuff too?" He grumbled, playing the victim. Chloe pulled my arm. She said again, "Look, Julian just has a short fuse. He's like this with everyone. Just let it go, Logan." Let it go? Why the hell should I let it go? I let out a cold laugh. "I don't do 'letting it go,'" I said, my voice freezing over. Before they could even react, I grabbed Julian, shoved his head straight into the water, and ripped his swim trunks clean off. He pushed me away, scrambling to cover his crotch, but it was too late. He was completely exposed. I felt a surge of satisfaction and sneered: "No wonder you can only hang out with girls. With a body like that, you wouldn't spark a woman's desire even if the lights were off!" I was only throwing his own medicine back at him. But Julian completely lost his mind and lunged at me. Chloe was faster—she whipped off her own towel and wrapped it around him, hugging him from behind to hold him back. Their bare skin pressed together. They looked like the most intimate couple in the world. I looked away, my heart turning to ice. Yet, Chloe seemed completely oblivious. She was still shouting at me, "If Julian hadn't been nice enough to invite you, you wouldn't even be at this resort!" "Apologize to him right now, and we'll drop it!" "He was just joking, but you literally stripped him naked. Look at you!" "He has a temper, who knows what he'll do if he stays mad?" I stared at her, feeling nothing but disgust. "Well, guess what? I have a temper too." I never let myself eat dirt. Since she wanted to play dirty, she could get ready for the consequences. With that, I delivered a sharp kick right between Julian's legs. Julian doubled over, clutching his crotch, screaming that I was a psychopath. "Doesn't look that much bigger than mine anyway," I threw back. I got out of the pool, dressed, and left the resort. I wasn't going to waste another second on these people. Once outside, I pulled out my phone and called my childhood friend, Harper, who also happened to be a divorce lawyer. "Harper," I said. "I'm divorcing Chloe."