The Secret of Second Marriage

I smiled faintly. Everyone used to think my husband was a good husband and envied me for marrying a handsome and capable man.

But only I know just how despicable my husband truly is behind the scenes.

But I certainly couldn't tell Zhang Yan about my husband's shady dealings behind her back.

I joked, "We went from college to wedding, and we've been married for ten years. Don't let his handsome looks, mature and stable appearance, and successful career fool you."

When I first met him, he was just a penniless young man.

"Sister Man, you have such good taste in husbands. He's destined for a life of luxury."

Zhang Yan said.

I smiled but didn't say anything.

We became fairly good neighbors.

She would bring her son to my house to play from time to time.

I've noticed that my husband has been coming home much more often lately.

More than a week has passed.

That evening, my husband returned to the room shortly after taking a shower and sat down next to me.

I could clearly sense that he was different from usual.

He hugged me from behind and whispered in my ear, "Honey, I have to go to Suzhou on a business trip tomorrow, and I might not be back for a few days."

"oh!"

My tone was somewhat cold.

I used to feel sad because my husband didn't want to touch me. I was a woman who was disliked by her husband and felt like a failure.

I don't think about it much anymore.

He has women outside, he's the dirty one, I have no problem with him.

My husband noticed I was a bit cold and tried to comfort me: "Honey, I don't really want to go either, but I have no choice. It's what the company arranged."

Whether it was a business trip or infidelity, he knows the answer in his heart.

I sneered inwardly.

This man is a complete liar.

I asked him, "Honey, have you been in contact with Yang Yufei lately?"

My husband, seemingly afraid I'd suspect something, warmly pulled me into his arms and gently stroked my forehead with his fingers, saying, "Honey, I've already fired her. I won't have any contact with her. We were just playing around; you're the only one in my heart."

You are the woman who stood by me through thick and thin. In this world, other women are only after my money, status, and position, as long as you are sincere to me.

I felt not the slightest bit moved.

He was completely hypocritical.

I'm not stupid enough to be fooled by his sweet words and lose my head, unable to see what kind of person he really is.

If he truly loved me, he wouldn't have cheated on me.

I said indifferently, "Then do whatever you want."

My husband noticed my cold attitude; perhaps it was because I felt guilty.

He held my hand and coaxed me, "Honey, I'll bring you a present when I get back. Christmas is coming soon. What do you want? I'll buy it for you."

In the past, I would have been very virtuous and said, "Honey, no need. We have everything we need at home. You work hard to earn money, so don't waste it on me."

But now I'm thinking, why not take a man's money if it's free? Even if he doesn't spend it on me, he'll spend it on his mistress.

So I said without hesitation, "Honey, my phone is several years old. The memory is a bit slow. I heard the new iPhone is great, could you buy me one?"

The latest iPhone costs over 1 yuan.

My husband paused for a moment, seemingly a little reluctant, but he didn't want me to doubt him.

He said, "Okay, I'll buy it for you, honey."

I said, "Thank you, honey."

Just as we were getting ready to go to sleep, we heard arguing and the sound of things being smashed coming from the next room late at night.

Then, in the middle of the night, there was another knock on the door.

I know, it must be that the female neighbor next door and her husband had another fight.

Her husband was abusive and kicked her out.

She had nowhere else to go, so she knocked on my door.

This time, my husband opened the door, and he was very proactive in doing so.

I also put on a coat and wore slippers to go see it.

It's Zhang Yan.

She is 29 years old, only a year or two younger than me.

She was tall and naturally beautiful, and was kicked out while wearing a pure white lace camisole nightgown.

The pajamas were clearly altered. The top was very tight, the neckline was too wide, and it accentuated the bust.

The skirt was very short, which accentuated her long, slender legs.

As someone with experience, I certainly know that the uniform-style pajamas she's wearing are actually called erotic lingerie.

My cheeks are a little red.

She cried again, her eyes red, and said, "I'm sorry, sis, I forgot my keys again."

I invited her in.

My husband was a little embarrassed and didn't dare to look at her for long, so he went back to the room, got a set of my clothes, and handed them to her: "Put this on."

"Thanks"

She gave my husband a grateful look.

"I'm sorry for causing you both trouble."

She seemed to have something she couldn't say.

Honestly, as a woman myself, I feel sorry for her.

Although she looked like a wealthy woman, wearing designer clothes and carrying designer bags.

But her husband would abuse her when he was in a bad mood.

You run into that kind of scumbag.

I actually wanted to suggest she call the police.

But this is, after all, someone else's family matter, and it's difficult for me, an outsider, to speak up.

I said, "It's okay."

"Sis, if it's not too much trouble, I'd like to stay at your place for one night. I can sleep on the sofa."

Her eyes reddened.

She was probably afraid that her husband would beat her again if she went back.

She's from out of town, and has no family or friends here.

She was kicked out by her husband and, not wanting to freeze to death, had no choice but to stay at my house.

I don't know what to say anymore.

My husband said in a gentle, low voice, "Are you hungry? Haven't eaten? I'll go cook you something."

She shook her head: "Mr. Xue, no need."

Seeing this, my husband, perhaps out of pity, went to the kitchen and cooked her a bowl of instant noodles.

Her eyes welled up with tears as she ate.

I think my husband is even more proactive than I am.

He said, "Honey, tidy up the guest room. If Miss Zhang doesn't mind, she can stay there for one night. We can talk about the rest tomorrow."

I nodded and went to make her bed.

In front of others, my husband still acts like we are very loving.

He took my hand and said to Zhang Yan, "Well... goodnight. My wife and I are going back to sleep. If you need anything, just knock on our bedroom door."

"OK, thanks"

She said it very politely.

My husband held my hand with one hand and gently put his other arm around my waist, then turned around and led me back to the bedroom.

I noticed the envy in Zhang Yan's eyes.

The next morning, my husband got up very early, around 5 a.m., and went out for a run, bringing back breakfast for the family.

He's never been this attentive before, except when we were dating.

He bought my favorite wontons, tea eggs, and steamed buns, as well as bread and milk, which my daughter likes, and also brought some for Zhang Li.

My husband coaxed our daughter to brush her teeth and wash her face.

Our whole family sat neatly at the dining table.

He peeled a tea egg himself and fed it to me.

Zhang Yan watched from the sidelines with great envy.

As she ate the bread, ham, and milk my husband had bought, she said, "Sis, did you save the galaxy in your past life? I can only envy you for having such a wonderful husband."