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So my wife’s going to a gala tonight — as her client’s “date.”

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I’m 44 and my wife is 44. She works on an art advisory committee, so attending galas, events, and client meetings is part of her job. She often meets clients for coffee, lunch, or dinner, and I don’t always know the details and that’s completely normal because it’s part of her work. She’s always professional, transparent about her friendships, and I trust her judgment completely.

Recently, she mentioned she’s going to a gala with a friend, S. He’s a wealthy client she met about a year ago, and they became friends professionally. She introduced me to him once, and he seems like a genuinely good person. He invited her as his “date” to this gala, and my wife said it’s fine.

I did ask her though, if she’s actually going as a “date,” and she just laughed and said, “Date doesn’t always mean romantic.” She said it’s important for her she could get networking and meet new people. Then she smiled and said, “If I get into this gala next time, I won’t need to take that man with me, I’ll take you instead,” while laughing.

She’s been getting ready since morning picking her dress, hair, makeup, the whole thing. And man, I don’t know why, but I’ve never felt this uneasy about her going out before. I’m jealous, but I don’t want to ruin her opportunity either.

Still, it feels strange… like handing your wife to another man’s arm in front of everyone, even if it’s purely professional. I’m not saying she’d ever cheat I trust her but that thought lingers.

So yeah, tonight I’m just going to cope hard. Not sure how I’ll sit here at home while she’s out there shining under the chandeliers, but I guess that’s part of loving someone ambitious.

She said she’ll share her live location, text me during breaks, and not visit any private place or his hotel after. She’ll be back around midnight, maybe later sometimes she comes back to home in the early morning after event

I'm not insecure. My wife would kill me if I went on a date night with another woman. I could pick one of my friends or even another woman to go out with, but I don’t, out of respect for our marriage and love for my wife.

It’s always about the choices you make and the sacrifices you accept. I didn’t stop her because I respect her and her opportunity

Update

She left home a few hours back, his driver picked her, she was looking happy, just some minutes back she posted story

She reached the gala and she is safe, and I'm going to My buddy's place

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