I’m 32 years old but I’m lucky to have a 68 year old wife who is rich and crazy about me. I always have a way to coax my wife, many people have to ‘pay me a visit’ and learn from me. /dn

I’m 32 years old but I’m lucky to have a 68 year old wife who is rich and crazy about me. I always have a way to coax my wife, many people have to ‘pay me a visit’ and learn from me.

I am 32 years old, but I married a 68-year-old woman — rich, powerful, and obsessed with me like a charm.
My friends call me “the legend of turning life”,  and some of the older guys in the group even asked to “become a disciple” to learn the secret of keeping the heart of a woman 36 years older than them.
I just smiled:

“I don’t need to do much. Just one thing – every night at 9pm, always massage and rub her shoulders before going to bed. What she needs most is not sex, but the feeling of being taken care of.”

I do it all the time.
Even if the phone rings, I put it aside. Even if my friends invite me to drink, I refuse. 9 o’clock is the “golden hour”, I cover myself with a blanket, massage my back, and whisper sweet words like:

“You’ve worked hard all your life, now I just want you to be at peace.”

I thought I was in charge. I thought I was the one who made her “spin like a top”.
Until one day…  she pretended to sleep, and I secretly took out my phone to text a “22 year old girl” I had just met.
But as soon as I typed “I miss you so much”…  the bedroom light turned on.
She sat up, wide awake as if she had never closed her eyes, and placed a stack of papers on the table… savings books, house contracts, car contracts, company shares — all… had been transferred to someone else since last week.

Then she said coldly:

“I’ve known you’re an actor for a long time. But I wanted to see how long you could last. Luckily, I haven’t had much time to enjoy it yet.”
“And the massage every night at 9pm? Thanks, I’ll take that as a free service.”

I stood frozen. Everything I thought was mine, now vanished into thin air.
She walked out of the room, not forgetting to turn her head and smile lightly:

“By the way, I just hired a new assistant. He’s 29 years old, tall, hard-working, and obedient. Last night, he gave a much better massage than you.”

After that day, I felt like I hit rock bottom.
She disappeared, and I still tried to pretend to be arrogant, thinking:

“It’s okay, she’s old, sooner or later she’ll soften and come back. Then we’ll continue acting, everything will be back to normal.”

I called. No answer.
I groped my way back to the villa. The gate had been locked.
I went to her office and the receptionist said:

“The chairman is on leave, handing over full control to… the new assistant.”

I was stunned when I saw the assistant come out – it was indeed a 29 year old guy, younger than me, more handsome than me, and wearing a nightgown… that used to be mine.
He smiled, patted my shoulder like a confidant:

“She told me to thank you. Because you were lazy, there was room for me.”

I went back to the motel in a rage, intending to find “girl 22” I used to hang out with.
But as soon as I opened the door…  a strange man was sitting there, with two policemen beside him.

“Are you Nguyen Van H.? We invited you to work because we have a complaint about fraud and property appropriation.”

I was arrested that night.
The person who filed the complaint… was my 68-year-old ex-wife.
In the complaint, she listed everything: the money I asked to “borrow temporarily”, the items I took to sell, even the apartment I had my name on… which was now transferred to the welfare fund for her company’s employees.

When I was handcuffed, I understood:
I was never the controller. I was just a “pawn” in a game where she had calculated every move.