The Secret of Second Marriage

It's already past midnight.

My husband just got home, and he's a little tipsy.

When I opened the door, I was stunned.

A strong smell of alcohol hit me.

No woman wants to see her husband come home drunk in the early hours of the morning.

I am no exception.

In the past, I would have been quite anxious, unable to sleep at home, fearing that something might have happened to him outside.

But now when I see him, I feel a sense of estrangement.

I feel like I've never really known my husband.

I helped him into the living room, took his bag, took off his coat, put slippers on him, and helped him back to his room.

I made him a hangover soup.

He was still as handsome as ever, but now in his thirties, he had gained a more mature and composed air of sophistication.

After drinking the hangover soup, he went back to his bedroom to take a shower.

A few minutes later, my husband came out of the bathroom, wearing pajamas and drying his hair with a towel.

Under the dim light, I asked him, "Honey, were there any beautiful women at the business dinner tonight?"

My husband was shocked: "You've been following me."

"No, I just smelled a woman's perfume on you."

I say.

My husband said calmly, "There were a few beautiful women, but we were just having a normal business meeting, not what you're thinking."

He's lying to me again.

He cheated on me, but he still pretends to be nonchalant in front of me.

I suddenly realized how good my husband's acting is.

Over the past three years, I have suspected him of cheating, but every time I tried to test him, he would shift the blame onto me, saying that I was paranoid and didn't want to live a good life.

Ha, it's clearly his fault.

Instead, I repeatedly examined myself to see where I had done wrong.

I went to the bathroom and put his dirty clothes on the washing machine.

When I went back to the bedroom...

My husband was already lying in bed, chatting on his phone, and smiling at the screen.

Is he chatting with his mistress?

I walked over quickly, stood aside, and glanced at his phone. He was indeed chatting with someone.

My WeChat name is Lin.

I didn't see the specific details.

He quickly turned off his phone and went to sleep with his back to me.

The image of him with his mistress involuntarily floated into my mind.

My heart ached as if it were being cut with a knife. I lay in bed, tossing and turning until late at night, unable to fall asleep.

My husband, on the other hand, was soon fast asleep, snoring away.

I've thought about it a lot and decided to prepare for a divorce.

I need to leave myself a way out, so that I have the ability and confidence to "leave at any time" in this relationship.

After I made sure he was asleep, I went through his bag and phone.

If I had trusted him in the past, I definitely wouldn't have gone through his bag and phone.

But now I completely distrust him.

Although I have been a full-time housewife for seven years, I have taken care of my children, respected my parents-in-law, and been careful with money, fulfilling the responsibilities of a virtuous wife.

But he still did something that betrayed me.

Having not drunk alcohol for several years, I took a bottle of red wine from the cabinet and took a few sips.

After finishing the red wine, I reflected on all the little things that had happened over the years.

We were university alumni; he was a year ahead of me. He pursued me relentlessly back in school, and I, naive and clueless, agreed to be with him.

On the eve of graduation, I took him back to meet my parents.

That was the time he used trickery and force to take my body.

I figured we were aiming for marriage, so I accepted it.

His family was very poor, so there was no dowry, no gold jewelry, and no house when he got married.

I've worked alongside him to get to where we are today.

He is quite ambitious, and he has already reached the position of senior executive in his early thirties.

After achieving success in his career, he met all sorts of people in business, and his heart became wild.

We've been married for almost 10 years, and we've already passed the seven-year itch.

I could clearly sense that every inch of my skin was too familiar to him, and there was nothing new about it.

But I still didn't expect him to cheat on me.

I took his phone, went to the bathroom, closed the door, and used the dim light from the phone screen to check his chat history and spending records.

This is the first time I've checked his phone.

I unlocked his phone and found his chat history, bank card transaction records, hotel booking notifications, and a video of him kissing intimately.

My tears fell drop by drop onto the phone screen, blooming into flowers.

They called each other mushy terms, like "baby" and "darling," and then transferred money to that mistress.

My husband sent me a New Year's Eve red envelope containing 88 yuan, but transferred 8888 yuan to that woman.

My daughter developed a fever in the middle of the night, so I drove her to the hospital by myself in the early hours of the morning to queue, register, and get an IV drip. I was so exhausted that I didn't even have time to go to the bathroom.

But at that time, he used a business trip as an excuse to go on a beach vacation with that woman, going on yachts, five-star restaurants, and bars in Sanya.

What angers me most is that he buys his mistress designer bags, shoes, and clothes, and he knows how to take the time to accompany her on trips, to eat at upscale Western restaurants, and to watch movies.

But what about me? I receive no gifts during holidays, not even a word of concern.

I rummaged through his bag and found a pack of condoms inside. How did he end up with something like that?

We haven't had sex for over three years.

Several condoms have already been opened; there are four left.

I felt nauseous.

I decorated and furnished this house bit by bit. I dedicated all my time and energy to this home so that he could focus on his career outside.

Ha ha.

I pretended to be nonchalant and put my husband's bag and phone back in their original places.

My husband got up in the morning and, as usual, ate breakfast and went to work.

I felt really angry just looking at his back.

He was polite, gentle, and always had a refined demeanor wherever he went.

Countless women admire him.

I wonder how many women envy me for marrying a successful man with a thriving career.

But only I know the bitterness in my heart as I live my life.

I once loved him deeply, but he cheated on me.

I took a deep breath and decided to go out for a walk to clear my head.

I have a supplementary credit card belonging to my husband.

He entrusted the money to me with peace of mind because he knew I never spent money recklessly.

He can both protect her husband's reputation and let me help him save money.

I pay for all the household utilities, gas, and car insurance.

I am very frugal. I've been so busy taking care of my husband and daughter that I haven't bought any new clothes for several years.

I called my best friend Juan to ask her to go shopping together.

We went to a jewelry store and bought solid gold bracelets by credit card.

Juan asked me, "Did you see the mistress?"

I nodded: "I saw it."

After we bought the gold bracelet, we went to a coffee shop for tea.

Juan said mysteriously, "Xiaoman, I have something to tell you, but don't be angry after you hear it."

"Okay, go ahead."

I took a sip of coffee, mentally preparing for the worst.

"Here's the thing. Your husband bought a house for his mistress. The money was put through their company, and the house wasn't registered in the girl's name, but in the name of one of her relatives. Anyway, the process was quite convoluted. I guess he was afraid you would find out that he was transferring marital property."

Juan said.

Juan's words struck me like a bolt from the blue.

My heart skipped a beat; it turned out he was so good to his mistress.

It's really pathetic to think about it.

I was so enraged that my vision went black. I almost coughed up blood.

Juan quickly helped me up and comforted me, saying, "Don't think too much about it. My husband told me that he still has feelings for you."

He repeatedly told his brothers and friends that he would never make his mistress his official wife. You will always be his first wife; he's just having a fling with the mistress.

He'll return to his family after the initial excitement wears off.

My heart feels like I've eaten a pile of shit, it's so disgusting.

I asked Juan with a blank expression, "Do you know what my husband's mistress does for a living?"