The Secret of Second Marriage

"No matter what, this time I won't quit my job. No matter who forces me, it won't work!"

I say.

The mother-in-law's face looked extremely ugly.

My husband grabbed my hand and started arguing with me, furious: "Jiang Man, how could you treat my family like this! Dad is sick. Do you think Mom is having an easy time? Are you going to stab her in the heart again?"

"Are you really going to be so heartless as to abandon Dad? How can you say such a thing! Mom already has a weak constitution; how can she possibly accept this?"

"Yes, your mother is the most innocent and the most pitiful."

I sneered and slapped my husband across the face: "Your parents have never given me any money or effort, so why should I take care of them? They gave all their assets to your brother and even helped him raise his children!"

Now that you're sick, why don't you ask their youngest son to take care of you? Do you think I'm soft-hearted and easy to bully?

"Why is it that your sister-in-law spends all her time shopping, playing on her phone, and playing mahjong, while I have to quit my job to take care of my father-in-law? What is this? Huh? So for the past ten years, the Xue family has been playing me for fools?!"

My husband was stunned by the blow I gave him.

No one expected that I, who had always been dignified, generous, and accommodating, would completely break ties with them.

My hand trembled as I pointed at the old woman, my voice hoarse from shouting: "You forced me to quit my job and become my father-in-law's caregiver. Isn't it because you know I have feelings for my husband? You think I can't divorce him for this? So someone has to give in, right? Let me tell you, whether we divorce or not is irrelevant."

I was naive before, always thinking that if I treated you well, you would treat me well in return. Things are different now. From now on, you can do whatever you want with your family affairs; don't bother me!

My husband was completely dumbfounded.

He clutched his chest, which ached from anger, and said with a dark expression, "Jiang Man, after all these years, haven't you cared at all about our marital relationship?"

My face flushed with anger. I grabbed things from the cabinet in the hospital room and smashed them on the floor one by one, my voice trembling: "Since you understand the bond between husband and wife, why do you keep making me sacrifice myself?"

I worked to support your research. I quit my job after I got pregnant, leaving you to be my unpaid nanny for so many years.

Now that your dad is sick, you want me to make sacrifices again? Why should I?

I won't get a share of the family fortune, but I'll still suffer the hardships and toil.

"They're your parents, are you going to serve them? Aren't rights and obligations equal?! Why are you forcing me to do this?"

After I said that, I walked away coldly.

Our marriage had been strained for three years since we separated.

Even if it offends them, the entire Xue family, I will keep my job.

Because they don't deserve my kindness.

I don't regret breaking ties with them; I only regret not breaking ties with them sooner.

As I left the hospital, a light drizzle was falling outside, and I took deep breaths of the fresh air.

I was waiting for the rain and a taxi in the parking lot when I unexpectedly ran into General Manager Jiang at the hospital.

He came to the hospital on business.

He parked his car in front of me and said very politely, "Miss Jiang, where are you going? I can give you a ride."

I smiled politely and said, "No need."

I've already troubled him enough with the job search, so I don't want to bother him anymore.

The rain intensified.

The rain in November is really cold.

It was getting dark.

Jiang Hui smiled faintly and said, "Let's go. I'll let you off at the next intersection so you can get a taxi."

I had no choice but to sit in the back of his car.

We didn't speak a word the whole way.

I was very nervous; I was afraid he would ask me what I was doing at the hospital.

I don't want anyone to know about my husband, my in-laws, or our relationship.

Because I'm afraid of being laughed at.

Fortunately, my boss isn't someone who likes to pry into other people's privacy.

He kept his promise and dropped me off at the next bustling shopping mall, near the subway station intersection.

I quickly called a taxi to pick up my daughter from my best friend Juan's house.

Juan invited me to have dinner at her house.

Juan's family is wealthy; she is a true "rich, beautiful, and successful woman."

Her family owns a listed company.

Thanks to her family's connections, her husband opened a furniture export agency company.

From a small leather goods company, it has grown to a company with a market value of tens of millions.

She also became the boss's wife.

They own a detached villa with a garden and have hired a nanny and a driver.

When I went in, Juan gave me a very warm welcome.

The two children are doing their homework in the study.

Juan left dinner for me.

I didn't have much of an appetite, so I ate a simple sandwich and drank a sip of milk.

Juan asked me, "Did you see that mistress at the last class reunion?"

I nodded.

Juan suddenly said to me mysteriously, "You need to be careful of your husband." To be honest, as your best friend, I shouldn't have said that, trying to sow discord between you and your husband.

But I don't want to see you being kept in the dark like an idiot. I heard that my husband opened a clothing store for his mistress on the first floor of a shopping mall, and it's registered under her relative's name.

The cashiers and shop assistants hired by the mistress are supposedly doing quite well.

I sneered inwardly. It seems my husband really went to great lengths for his mistress.

Not only did he arrange a secretary position for his mistress to facilitate their affair, he also funded his third son's business.

Juan, afraid I'd be upset, comforted me, saying, "No matter what, you're still my first wife. Your husband is proud; he won't easily divorce you."

I said, "Is this kind of life meaningful? We might as well get a divorce."

Juan said, "Xiaoman, listen to your sister. Don't get a divorce. Besides, wouldn't a divorce just be letting that mistress have it easier? You can afford to drag it out, but can she?"

In a few years, when he can no longer play around and settles down, his mistress will be old and she'll have to get married.

They naturally broke up. Now that they're divorced, it's a good opportunity to move in with their new place. Do you believe that the day after you divorce, your husband can marry his mistress and move into your big house?

Your husband is successful in his career, has a respectable job, is highly educated, and is handsome. Even if you get divorced, he will still be very attractive in the remarriage market.

Well, that's different for you. You're 30. If you get married, you can only find someone around 40, and their conditions definitely won't be as good as your husband's. Would you even consider them?

Besides, all men are the same; can you guarantee he won't cheat on you if you find another one?

You and your husband are at least your first spouses; second marriages are unreliable. You absolutely mustn't get a divorce. First, find a way to get rid of the mistress!

I actually understand that Juan said those words for my own good.

In the marriage market, high-quality, elite men are never short of women pursuing them.

A successful man in his thirties, whether he is single or divorced, will have a bunch of girls vying for his attention.

Juan said, "Try to think positively. Just keep dragging it out and don't get a divorce. Spend your husband's money, live in his big villa, and raise your daughter with his money. What can the other woman do?"