The Secret of Second Marriage

Yang Yufei looked resentful after receiving my summons.

She gritted her teeth and said, "Even if I am a mistress, I am an excellent one. In terms of age, looks, figure, and income, how am I inferior to you? Mr. Xue is not stupid. Would he divorce his wife for a mediocre old woman like you?"

I suddenly feel that mistresses are quite vicious.

She deliberately emphasized the words "old woman" very clearly, just to make me feel uncomfortable.

But I just smiled faintly.

Looking at her furious expression.

I know I made the right move.

The reason why a woman like this would become a mistress to a married man is, frankly speaking, for personal gain.

Taking her money is more painful than taking her life.

"Watch your mouth."

"If you don't pay back the money, we'll see you in court."

I just glanced at her indifferently, not even bothering to acknowledge her.

I thought to myself, "The one who should be worried right now isn't me, it's you."

Yang Yufei snatched the court summons, glanced at it, and, overcome with grief and despair, rushed to my husband, sobbing, "Mr. Xue, your wife is going to sue me!"

My husband suddenly saw the flyer, and his face turned deathly pale in an instant.

This is the first time I've ever known that a person's face can actually turn white in a second.

This was an outcome neither he nor his mistress had anticipated.

Sure enough, he said in a panic, "Don't worry, I'll go back and talk to her."

I watched coldly as the two of them completely lost their composure, and I felt that they had finally stopped pretending.

My daughter, unaware of what was happening between the adults, asked me, "Mommy, what are Daddy and Teacher Yang talking about?"

I said, "Niu Niu, come home with Mommy."

I picked up my daughter and left without even glancing at my husband.

I have absolutely no feelings for him anymore.

About an hour after my daughter and I got home, my husband came back with a livid face.

I knew my husband and I were going to argue, so I told my daughter to go back to her room and study.

My daughter obediently went back to her room to do her homework.

In the living room, my husband sighed and said, "Honey, can you please let Xiao Yang off the hook? I've broken up with her, and I'm fully committed to our family. For my sake, please don't make a big deal out of this."

I sat still. What gave him the right to be so self-righteous?

I don't know when it happened, but I've learned to appear calm and collected on the surface while secretly plotting against you.

I said, "Are you feeling sorry for the mistress?"

My husband seriously discussed it with me: "Honey, I don't feel sorry for her. It's just that she's been with me for a while, and I've already fired her. If you're still angry, just beat me up, don't go to court and sue her, okay?"

She's still young. If her reputation is ruined, her whole life is ruined. Besides, if you push her too far, she might come to my workplace and cause trouble, and I'll lose my job. Who will support you and the child then?

"Let the mistress talk to my lawyer."

I remained unmoved.

"Wife, you've gone too far."

My husband said helplessly.

He went back to his room, packed a few clothes, and prepared to go see his mistress.

My heart was breaking, and I suddenly said, "If you step out of this door, never come back."

My husband thought about it for a moment, and it seemed that he still had feelings for me and our daughter. He put the luggage back in the bedroom and remained silent, coldly.

His phone was in the living room, and he wasn't in the mood to pick it up. Suddenly, his phone rang.

It's an unfamiliar number.

After I answered the phone, I heard the mistress's voice.

The mistress said, "Mr. Xue, I have feelings for you. No matter how your wife treats me, I want to be with you."

I said, "Is this how you seduced my husband?"

When the mistress heard my voice, she immediately became aggressive: "Mrs. Xue, so what if you're Mr. Xue's wife? He loves me. You've already lost him, what's the point of clinging to your marriage!"

I said, "Now, he is my husband and I am his wife, Ms. Yang. You just need to remember that the law protects the rights of me as his first wife."

Yang Yufei sneered: "Really? So what if you're his wife? His heart is with me."

To be honest, I initially felt sorry for you. Every time Mr. Xue finished with me, I would let him go back to be with you. But I won't do that anymore. Since you've gone this far, I won't let you get away with it.

"You are the most shameless mistress I have ever met."

I say.

"Sis, stop calling me a mistress. Go ahead and sue me if you want. My reputation is ruined anyway, and I'll be stuck with Mr. Xue for the rest of my life. Give Mr. Xue the phone now, I want him to come over to my place for the night."

The mistress said arrogantly.

I didn't want to hear anything more from her, so I hung up the phone.

My husband heard me on the phone, came out of his study, took the phone from me, and frowned: "Who just called?"

Snapped!

I couldn't help but slap him.

I cried and said, "How dare you ask me who called? Xue Fan! I hate you!"

At that moment, I hated him intensely.

Because without his indulgence in cheating, the other woman wouldn't dare treat me like this.

My husband's face turned red from being slapped.

There was anger in his eyes, but he suppressed it, pulled me into his arms, and gently comforted me: "Wife, I'm sorry, it's all my fault. When I had nothing, you were with me, and we worked so hard to get to where we are today."

I'm not the kind of heartless man. I know all the suffering we've gone through; you have to believe me.

"Can I still trust you?"

My tears streamed down my face.

My husband said softly, "Yes."

Just then, his phone rang again.

His expression changed after he finished the call, and he prepared to leave again.

I called out to him, "If you dare to walk out this door today, I'm not going to live with you anymore."

The husband took a deep breath and said, "Yufei committed suicide by cutting her wrists."

"Don't go!"

I suddenly rushed into the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and held it to my wrist, threatening my husband: "So what if you cut your wrists to commit suicide? I can do that too!"

Sure enough, my husband stopped.

But as the blade touched my cold skin, I snapped back to reality. What was I doing? Trying to gain sympathy for a man?

No, I don't want to live such a humble life.

I threw away the knife and looked coldly at my husband: "A marriage of three is too crowded. I'm not playing this game anymore. You can leave if you want."

My husband was still thinking about his mistress after all. He went back to his room, packed a few clothes, and left.

The front door slammed shut, leaving the living room empty except for me.

My tears flowed uncontrollably.

I'm not crying because of the grievances I suffered in my marriage, nor am I crying for my poor daughter.

I weep for the love and marriage I once longed for, the happiness I worked so hard to achieve, all vanished in the blink of an eye.

I cried; we couldn't keep up the pretense any longer.

My daughter came out of her room, hugged me, and said, "Mom, don't cry. It's Dad's fault. Dad and Teacher Yang are sorry to you."

My five-year-old daughter has very cleverly noticed that there are problems in my relationship with her father.

I said, "My darling daughter, no matter what happens between your father and me, I will always love you."

My husband has moved out of the house and is not answering his phone or replying to WeChat messages.

He seemed like a completely different person, choosing to be with his mistress.

I know, a leopard can't change its spots.

He can't live without his mistress!

During the time my husband was away from home, Shen Xing frequently came and went from our house.

He helped sweep the floor, clean the house, and pick up and drop off my daughter.

He cooked a lot of delicious food.

He also took on the role of tutoring Guoguo after school, helping her with her homework, and then coloring simple drawings with his daughter on the iPay app after finishing her homework.

However, he never stayed overnight at our house.

After I finished get off work and tidied up, he went home around 8 or 9 pm.

He treated the child with extreme gentleness for more than a month and was finally accepted by the child.

My daughter loves him very much and asks me every day, "Mommy, has Brother Shen Xing come yet?"