The Secret of Second Marriage

I brought a plate of fruit and gave it to the new piano teacher.

He thanked me.

He and my daughter sat on chairs, one big and one small, playing the piano. Just like an older friend teaching a younger one, he slowly taught my daughter the fingerings.

A two-hour piano lesson in the morning ended quickly.

At noon, I invited him to have lunch at my house.

He added me on social media and praised my cooking.

I said modestly, "Thank you."

This afternoon, I want to take my daughter to the amusement park.

I called my husband.

My husband said he was very busy at work and couldn't leave.

Shen Xing suddenly asked, "Isn't Uncle home?"

I said, "He's busy."

To my surprise, Shen Xing offered to accompany me, saying, "I'll go to the amusement park with you guys this afternoon."

I asked him, "Don't you have classes this afternoon?"

Shen Xing said, "It's the weekend today, I don't have classes this afternoon."

I drove Shen Xing and my daughter to the amusement park.

Shen Xing bought cotton candy for my daughter, took her on the Ferris wheel, and fed her baby turtles.

My daughter is smiling happily.

Her father is usually very busy with work and doesn't have the patience to spend time with her.

Shen Xing smiled at me.

He bought me a cup of milk tea and his daughter a cup of yogurt.

The afternoon sun was dazzling on the lawn of the amusement park.

He was a man of few words, wearing a white shirt underneath a clean down jacket.

He was tall and handsome. He stood silently in front of me, shielding me from the glaring sunlight.

We spent an afternoon playing with our daughter.

My daughter saw balloons for sale at the amusement park; there was a huge cluster of balloons with various cartoon designs.

She said, "Mommy, I want a balloon."

I said, "Honey, I'll go buy it for you."

There were many people buying balloons, and it was very crowded.

I almost got pushed and fell over.

Shen Xing quickly stepped forward and caught me.

Suddenly, I felt a tightness around my waist, and at that moment I was pulled into a warm embrace.

It was a youthful, hormonal aura that enveloped me completely.

He smelled like summer sunshine and fresh grass.

My heart suddenly started racing, and I immediately steadied myself and left his embrace.

I said very apologetically, "I'm really sorry about that."

Shen Xing said, "It's okay."

He was very tall and squeezed into a group of adults with children, where he bought two balloons.

He gave my daughter the Peppa Pig balloon and me a bunny balloon.

I was taken aback for a moment, then asked him, "What does this mean?"

He looked at me tenderly and said, "I think you're a lot like a little rabbit."

Strange looks came from those around them.

He was a prominent figure who naturally attracted attention; tall and handsome, with a fair complexion and clean, warm eyes, and only 20 years old.

I am 10 years older than him.

Can you imagine the scene that unfolded when he handed me the balloon? What a spectacle it drew!

I returned the balloon to him.

I joked, "Thank you, but no need. I'm not a child anymore."

I don't want him to misunderstand.

Besides, this is our first time meeting.

I thought he would be disappointed.

But he didn't. Instead, he smiled gently and said, "I'm sorry. My actions were too sudden. I didn't think much about it at the time. I just wanted to give you a balloon, but I didn't consider your feelings. I was being presumptuous..."

I smiled and thought the boy's behavior was quite decent.

The amusement park has closed.

Before we parted, I transferred 1000 yuan to his phone as payment for his tutoring today and for accompanying me and my daughter out.

But soon, he turned back.

He said, "Your husband has already contacted the tutoring agency and paid the fees."

I said, "But you spent the whole afternoon with me and my daughter today, acting as our driver and helping us carry things. I know it must have been hard work for you, but this is just a small token of my appreciation."

Shen Xing said, "I won't take the money. Sis, I'm happy to go out with you and Niu Niu. I don't have many friends in this city."

He refused to accept the money, so I ignored him.

In my heart, I've always thought of him as just a kid.

That night, my husband worked overtime until late at night before coming home.

He asked me, "How was today's tutor? The tutoring agency said they sent a third-year music student, saying he plays the piano very well, but I don't know if he's a boy or a girl."

"It's a boy."

I say.

My husband said "oh," and came over to hug me after he finished showering.

He pulled me into his arms, stroked my head, and whispered in my ear, his deep voice clear and earnest, "Wife, I've changed for the better. Once I'm done with work at the company, I'll take you on a trip."

"Our family of three hasn't gone out for a long time."

I said, "Okay."

But as I nestled in his arms, I listened to his heartbeat and smelled the faint scent of jasmine perfume on his suit and tie.

I felt a tightness in my chest, and it was a little hard to breathe.

So, he was still lying to me.

He said he was working overtime today, but he probably went to see his mistress.

Yes, he spent hundreds of thousands to open a shop for his mistress, he wanted to keep her as a mistress, how could he just break it off like that?

I said, "Honey, my stomach feels a little uncomfortable, I'm going to the bathroom first."

I hid in the bathroom, turned on the tap, and splashed cold water on my face.

I didn't cry, not a single tear fell. Not because it didn't hurt, but because I was utterly disappointed.

I once thought that as long as I worked hard enough, was patient enough, and was great enough, I could win back the man who loved me.

My husband's behavior during this period has made me feel that his heart has returned to the family.

I thought he had completely broken off his relationship with his mistress.

I now understand that some things are just rotten to the core.

I sent a WeChat message to Sister Juan privately, asking her to check if my husband's company was having everyone work overtime tonight.

Sister Juan asked her husband's company's executive friend, and the reply was very affirmative: What overtime work on weekends?

He lied to me again.

This time he hid even more deeply.

What kind of conspiracy did he and his mistress have? I thought about it for a moment and felt a chill run down my spine.

Based on my understanding of my husband, he won't get a divorce easily.

Because he couldn't bear to part with the house and car, he wanted to split the assets with me in half, and he was also afraid that I would cause a scene at his workplace.

I suddenly laughed.

I came out of the bathroom having composed myself and pretending nothing had happened.

I said, "Honey, you must be tired from work. Let's get some rest."

In bed, my husband hugged me and said, "Wife, let's live a good life together from now on."

"OK"

I say.

I have insomnia.

Ten years is neither a long nor a short time.

We once rented a small 30-square-meter room together and stayed up all night watching movies.

I once brought him food when he worked overtime until 3 a.m. I also helped him home late at night when he was drunk from a business dinner, and I felt so sorry for him.

But then, he started walking down another road, while I stood there like an idiot, waiting for him to turn back.

Late at night, while my husband was asleep, I turned on his phone again.

He changed his password and deleted all the chat history.

This time I found no clue whatsoever. I became even more convinced that he had something to hide.