wife scandal

At three o'clock in the morning, I was tossing and turning in bed, unable to fall asleep.

I couldn't sleep anyway, so I simply got up and turned on a dim lamp by the bed, got out of bed with my clothes on, and walked slowly to the window.

The drizzle was falling outside the window. The rain in late autumn was particularly chilling, piercing into the heart and spleen.

The dim street lights drifted into my field of vision through the heavy rain and fog, making me feel as if time and space were intertwined. Time seemed to return to that equally mesmerizing cold rainy night a year ago...

The exact identity of me a year ago was a resentful woman.

At that time, I was enduring the indifference and alienation of my husband who had been sleeping with me for 13 years, and I was full of worries, but there was nothing I could do...

My name is Su Man, I am 35 years old, and I work in finance and accounting; my husband is Deng Wenliang, the boss of a new technology company. We are university alumni, and he is a year older than me.

After meeting me on campus that year, he began to pursue me fiercely. At that time, I was ignorant and innocent, but he was so sunny, handsome, and full of vigor. I was immediately impressed by him and agreed. be his girlfriend.

Like many campus couples, we had a youthful and innocent romantic time. We went to self-study together, went to cook together, and took a walk on the university campus together. Our youthful figures are everywhere in the beautiful campus.

At the same time, like many conservative post-[-]s, we did not cross the threshold during college. The conservative I always insisted on my bottom line and did not let him occupy my body until that summer vacation...

At that time, I had graduated and was waiting for a job assignment, and he had already joined the work, and our relationship was very stable. At his repeated request, I followed him back to my hometown to meet his parents that summer vacation.

Deng Wenliang grew up in a well-off intellectual family. His parents were very knowledgeable and reasonable. The two old people had a very good impression of me. In short, the time in his family was very pleasant.

until that afternoon...

That day, his parents were not at home, there were only two of us at home, and they lived in a small courtyard with a quiet environment. In order to cool off, the two of us stayed in the secluded west wing of his house, and he was half lying on the bed behind me. On the iron bed, I was casually flipping through a book while listening to music; I was sitting by the window, quietly savoring a collection of Xi Murong's poems:

All the endings are written and all the tears have already started

But suddenly I forgot what kind of beginning it was in that ancient summer day that never came back

No matter how I try to pursue the young you, it’s just like the shadow of a cloud passing by and your smiling face is very light and light

Qun Lan, who gradually disappeared after the sunset, opened the yellowed title page

Fate bound it very poorly I read it again and again with tears in my eyes but had to admit

Youth is a book too hasty

I believe that there is no young girl who does not like Xi Murong's poems, and when I was in my young age, whenever I read these beautiful lines, my heart was deeply touched.

But at that time, he was calling me softly behind me: "Xiao Man, what are you looking at?"

I casually replied softly: "I'm reading Xi Murong's poem..."

He muttered and half stood up, and said softly to me: "Come and stay with me..."

I glanced back at him, ignored him, and continued reading my poem.

But he put down the book in his hand, sat up straight, stretched out his arm and pulled me over. I had no choice but to sit beside him with the book of Xi Murong's poems that I couldn't put it down.