The Secret of Second Marriage

My best friend Juan's husband is my husband's classmate, and they also have business dealings.

Their daughter and my daughter are classmates.

Our two families are quite close.

I said, "He didn't say."

Juan suddenly looked at me with pity and said, "Forget it, since he didn't say anything, just pretend you don't know anything."

"Juan, now that I know, I can't pretend I don't know. Juan, if you really consider me a good friend, tell me the truth. Don't keep me in the dark and let people make fools of me."

I say.

Perhaps because they were both original wives, Juan softened her heart.

She said, "I heard it from my husband. It seems your husband is having an affair. They're having a class reunion at the club tonight, and every successful person will bring a female companion. Theoretically, he should bring you to such a formal occasion."

"So, he's going to bring his mistress?"

It was like a bolt from the blue; tears involuntarily streamed down my face.

So the reason he wouldn't touch me was because he was seeing someone else.

Juan said, "It's also possible that I'm mistaken. Your husband will tell you later."

"Then let's wait until tonight."

I say.

I returned home from the beauty salon, feeling uneasy.

In the afternoon, I spent several hours preparing a table full of dishes. Around 5 p.m., I called my husband and asked, "Are you coming home for dinner tonight?"

He said, "I have to work overtime at the company tonight, so I might be back a little late."

"Oh! When can I go home?"

I asked.

He said, "It'll be around 10 o'clock, maybe later. You go ahead and eat, don't wait for me."

I took a deep breath and said, "Honey, why are you so late getting off work? Doesn't your company only allow overtime until 9 pm?"

"I can't help it, a client came, I have to go out to entertain them, there's too much work at the company, I can't talk to you anymore, I'm hanging up now."

My husband said.

I know he's lying to me.

He had a class reunion tonight, and he didn't tell me. When we got home, he was very cold and distant towards me, and didn't seem to want to touch me.

I was so angry I was shaking.

Xue Fan, during our marriage, you blatantly brought your lover to my college classmates and friends who might know me. Where did that leave my dignity?

I felt this was a blatant insult to me.

I've decided I'm not going to sit idly by anymore. Even if he cheats on me, I need to see it with my own eyes before I can give up on him.

I'm going to surprise my husband by showing up at his door to see what tricks he's up to behind my back.

I called Juan and asked, "Where is the class reunion being held?"

Juan said, "I can't tell you. Xiaoman, listen to me, don't go to those kinds of places and cause trouble. What if you alert them? Your husband has a respectable job. And you, you're just a housewife."

One is a young and beautiful mistress, the other is a wife who's going crazy and causing trouble. Who do you think your husband would choose?

I said, "I'm not going back to make a scene. I just want to see for myself what my husband's mistress looks like."

Even when I was furious, I still retained a sense of rationality.

Juan gave me the address of the hotel club and the room number.

I waited at the entrance of the clubhouse hotel until night fell.

I was stunned when I saw my husband drive up in a black Mercedes at the entrance of the club.

The passenger door was also opened.

A slender, 1.7-meter-tall, elegant, and beautifully dressed mistress walked out.

She piled her hair up high and secured it with a jade hairpin.

A long, pink dress with a backless design perfectly accentuated her alluring figure.

She was wearing a white coat and carrying a designer handbag; her face was obscured by the distance.

Is the woman in the car the mistress?

I suppressed my anger; my heart was trembling.

I want to go up and slap my husband and his mistress a few times.

But I held back.

I'm not the kind of foolish first wife who only cares about venting her anger.

In the end, you get nothing.

I know that if I don't get the evidence this time and alert him, it will be very difficult for me to get evidence of my husband's infidelity next time.

I turned around and hid behind the car in the parking lot. My hands trembled as I pulled my phone out of my pocket and pressed each key one by one to dial my husband's number.

"What's wrong?"

"Where are you?"

"Working overtime, honey. Is something wrong?"

I couldn't help but tell a lie: "Honey, Niu Niu is sick, can you come back?"

"I can't leave because of work. What kind of mother are you? Can't you take your daughter to the hospital yourself?"

"Oh, then you should get back to work."

"I have to go now, we can talk about it later."

He hung up the phone.

I refrained from rushing out and confronting him on the spot.

I thought that even if he didn't love me, he would at least love our daughter, but I never expected him to be so heartless.

Okay!

Xue Fan, your image of being a good-natured, good husband, and good man is all an act.

You're actually a piece of trash.

I clenched my fists tightly.

After they went inside, I walked to the entrance of the upscale hotel club.

I've never been to a place like this before, and I never imagined that the entry requirements would be so strict.

Without a hotel membership, reservation, or VIP card, you simply cannot get in.

The waiter patiently explained to me that each gentleman has a VIP card and can bring one female companion in.

"Miss, are you here to find someone? Why don't you call the member you're looking for? Just come out to greet him, and you can go in with him."

I refused.

If I call my husband, he might come out to pick me up, but then I won't be able to get evidence that he's with his mistress.

Knowing my husband as I do, if he takes me somewhere and uses sweet talk to keep me calm, then my trip today was a waste.

Just when I was at my wit's end, a gentleman I knew came to have dinner.

He was my former boss, General Manager Jiang.

Ten years ago, when he had just started his small company, he was looking for finance staff, and I was one of the earliest members of his startup team.

I do all of this myself – running to the tax office, getting official seals, filing taxes, and recruiting.

He's been very good to me.

I went up to greet him and asked Mr. Shen to take me inside.

President Jiang glanced at me, smiled, and said, "Come in with me."

He happened to be entertaining clients here.

The hotel clubhouse features rows of European-style floors, with the lobby corridors lined with ornamental trees and cobblestone paths, as well as fish ponds and bamboo groves.

The environment is indeed beautifully decorated.

But I wasn't in the mood to look at the scenery, so I pressed the elevator button and went up to room 3001 on the 3rd floor.

After getting off the elevator, I straightened my clothes, waved goodbye to President Jiang, and walked to the door of the private room with mixed feelings.

It was already dusk outside, but the private room was brightly lit.

When the waiter came to serve the food, I stood at the door and peeked through the crack in the door. I could hear laughter and cheerful conversation coming from inside.

The elegantly dressed ladies and gentlemen were clinking glasses and laughing.

My husband was dressed in a black suit, looking mature and composed. He chatted happily with his classmates from time to time, and occasionally put his arm around his mistress's alluring body.

The mistress's demure and submissive demeanor made my husband even more infatuated with her.

The way they gestured revealed a tacit understanding between them, as if they had slept together.

Fed up!

Why? Why are you doing this to me?

Am I not good to my husband? When I married him, we were penniless and couldn't even afford the bride price.

I will fight alongside him.

When we were at our poorest, his father fell ill, and I used my savings to pay for his father's medical expenses.

We were so poor that we couldn't afford meat, so we ate vegetables for every meal.

He said that once things got better, he would definitely treat me well.

But this is how he treats me now? Ha!

I wish I could take a knife and go in and chop him and his mistress to pieces, and die with them.

But reason kept me from rushing in and tearing things apart.

I secretly took a few photos and recorded a video before deciding to go back.

I left the hotel absentmindedly, took a taxi, and went home.

My daughter said to me, "Mom, I miss you."

My feelings are very complicated right now.

I composed myself, took a deep breath, and said, "Baby, Mommy misses you too."

I had dinner with my daughter, helped her with her homework, and then put her to bed.

After my daughter fell asleep, I calmed down. In public occasions like this class reunion, only my wife can attend.

He brought his mistress to me in front of acquaintances, and I caught him red-handed. It's no different from catching someone cheating in bed.

I can only marvel at how thick-skinned and shameless my husband is.

I was stuck at home, all alone, hoping he would come back to me, but little did I know he was already having an affair and living a very comfortable life.

I sneered, already contemplating divorce.

But before that, I want a large portion of the assets, and I want to ruin my husband's reputation. I will never let the scumbag and the mistress get away with it.