The Secret of Second Marriage

I casually pushed him away: "I'm very tired today, I don't have time."

I used to be sexually unsatisfied, and I even bought a lot of black lace camisoles and stockings, intending to seduce my husband.

But at that time, he didn't want to share a room with me.

Because he has a mistress outside, and she drains his energy, he naturally has no desire to share a bed with me.

Now it's my turn to reject him?

Since I went back to work, I feel like I'm radiating a confident charm.

I finally realized that the problem with this marriage wasn't with me; it was that my husband had fallen out of love with me.

My husband didn't expect me to be unwilling.

He got out of bed, drew the curtains, got back into bed, hugged me from behind, and reached out to undo my clothes.

His kiss was particularly urgent.

I felt nauseous because I immediately thought of his affair.

I pushed him away: "I'm not in the mood for that kind of thing today."

"Honey, don't be so reserved. I've neglected you before. I've left you alone in this room for too long. Tonight, I'll make it up to you... People say that couples who quarrel in bed make up before they get out of bed, do you know what that means?"

My husband's eyes gleamed with desire.

He took the initiative to pull me back, his eyes narrowed, his breath carrying a faint scent of tobacco and alcohol.

I firmly said, "Get out. I don't want to do it with you."

"Honey, I know you're just saying that out of anger. We haven't done 'that' in a long time. Don't you want to at all?"

"I don't believe it. As long as you're a normal woman, you'll definitely have desires."

Her husband's eyes gradually darkened and deepened, carrying a hint of anger.

He slowly approached me and breathed into my ear.

To be honest, under normal circumstances, I would definitely think my husband is quite romantic.

But I'm not in the mood for that right now.

I don't even want to sleep in the same bed as him; it would make me feel disgusted...

"Honey, shall we rekindle the feeling we had when we were dating?"

As he spoke, he pulled me down onto his lap, hooked his arms around my waist, and kissed me passionately.

My heart skipped a beat.

The thought of him buying houses, cars, and opening shops for his mistress makes me feel terrible.

I bit him hard, drawing blood from his lip.

He cried out in pain, "What are you doing?"

"I don't want you to touch me. I'm warning you, if you touch me again, I'll call the police."

While he was in pain, I pushed him away, grabbed the blanket, slammed the bedroom door shut, and went to sleep in the next room with my daughter.

My husband is a man who is extremely concerned about his image.

He never imagined that the police showing up at his door late at night would make him a laughingstock among his neighbors.

My daughter and I slept together for one night. In the middle of the night, when I heard my husband open the door and leave, I knew he must have gone to see his mistress again.

To verify my theory, I got out of bed, checked the bedroom and found no one there, then walked around the living room. Sure enough, my husband had gone out in the middle of the night.

I knew a leopard can't change its spots.

From that moment on, I made up my mind that I must get a divorce.

I pretended nothing had happened and locked the living room door from the inside. I was afraid that since my husband wasn't home, bad people might come in and hurt my daughter and me.

I went back to the bedroom and continued sleeping with my daughter, sleeping soundly until dawn.

I only discovered several missed calls from unknown numbers when I woke up.

I immediately guessed it was the mistress who called.

She called me several times last night, trying to brag that my husband was with her. But I was too tired and fell asleep, and my phone was on silent, so I didn't answer her calls.

She was furious and sent me another text message, arrogantly saying, "You old hag, your husband is spending the night at my place. Sooner or later, he'll divorce you and marry me."

I replied, "Guess why he was at your place last night? I told him not to touch me, so he went to you."

Last night, I didn't want my husband to touch me, so he went to his mistress to satisfy his physical desires.

The mistress was indeed furious.

After my daughter and I finished breakfast, I packed our clothes and some daily necessities in a suitcase. I drove my daughter to school first, and after clocking out at the company, I delivered all of my daughter's things to Sister Juan's house.

When Sister Juan heard that I was going on a business trip, she said, "It's good to go on a business trip and travel to an unfamiliar city. It will help you relax."

"Okay, Sister Juan, I'll be troubling you to take care of Niu Niu during this time. Here's her living expenses."

I gave 1 yuan to Sister Juan.

Sister Juan initially planned not to accept it.

But I said, "Sis, I can't always take advantage of you."

Sister Juan still gave me the money.

She was incredibly loyal: "It's only right for sisters to help each other when one is in trouble. Sometimes when I'm not home, I let Guoguo sleep at your house. Guoguo says her favorite food is the sweet and sour pork ribs that Aunt Man makes for her."

"I'll cook something delicious for Guoguo when I get back from my business trip."

My smile was radiant.

After leaving Sister Jing, I drove to the airport.

The scenery outside the car window is fleeting.

I took my plane ticket and went to the airport terminal. I met up with President Jiang and his team at 10 a.m. sharp.

The plane took off and soon arrived in Shanghai, the city where we were on a business trip.

At noon, President Jiang arranged for us to have a simple lunch before heading to the hotel to drop off our luggage.

My phone suddenly received a text message from Shen Xing.

He said, "Sister, I heard you're on a business trip. I'd like to come see you."

I was taken aback and replied, "How did you know I was on a business trip?"

Shen Xing replied immediately: "Niu Niu told me."

I said, "It's a business trip to Shanghai arranged by the company. I'm meeting with a client this afternoon."

Shen Xing suddenly said, "Can I come to Shanghai to see you? I bought a student ticket and will arrive in Shanghai tonight. Man, I want to see you, I really want to see you, I'm going crazy thinking about you."

I don't know why, but when I saw his text message, my heart started pounding. I was inexplicably excited, and almost lost the judgment a mature woman should have.

I think I've been neglected by my husband for too long, maybe I'm just too starved for love.

Shen Xing appeared in my life when I was feeling most emotionally empty.

But after calming down, I replied to him, "Don't come. I don't want to see you."

Shen Xing replied to me: "Man, I will wait. One day you will be able to accept me."

I didn't reply to his message.

While I was in the hotel, I checked my recent gold and stock investments on my phone. I've made a few thousand yuan this week.

I studied financial management, so I know how to manage my own finances.

Although I've been a housewife all these years, I've invested all the savings I've accumulated into this business.

The returns were pretty good.

This is also the reason why I was able to get a divorce.

I rested in my room for a while.

Around 1 p.m., Mr. Shen knocked on my door and handed me a cup of coffee.

He brought a colleague from the project department, an assistant, and me.

The four of us went to the client's office building.

On this business trip, the boss was in charge of negotiating projects.

The technical aspects of the work are explained by colleagues in the project team. My job is to prepare project quotes and budgets.

Because I have always worked in the software industry, I am quite familiar with market conditions, and my bidding proposals are very standardized.

I spent the whole afternoon glued to my computer, typing away at my work.

We didn't get off work until 6 p.m.

President Jiang said, "Let's all get together for dinner tonight."

But I have something on my mind.

I'm worried that Shen Xing will really come to Shanghai to find me.

Seeing that I was distracted, General Manager Jiang asked, "Man, what's wrong? Are you unhappy on this business trip?"

"No, boss. I'm happy to be working."

I answered him politely.

I didn't expect it to be President Jiang, who owns a house and a car in Shanghai.

He drove us, his colleagues, to a rather upscale hot pot restaurant in the city center.

It was past 7 p.m. and the streets were still quite lively.

We ate at a very famous chain hot pot restaurant.

There were so many people, and the hot pot was steaming hot.

Mr. Shen was very approachable and friendly with us colleagues. He even took the initiative to toast us.

As I was drinking and eating, I suddenly realized that, without me noticing, Mr. Jiang had placed my favorite sliced ​​lamb in front of me.

My phone chimed. I glanced at it and saw a message that read, "Man, I've arrived in Shanghai."

It was sent by Shen Xing.

I was momentarily stunned.

Mr. Shen asked, "What's wrong?"

I said, "It's okay."

Mr. Shen sat down next to me, used serving chopsticks to heat the hot pot, put it on my plate, and said, "You should eat more; you've lost weight lately."

As soon as we said that, all our colleagues looked at us.

I suddenly blushed.

Without changing his expression, President Shen added, "Only when you're well-fed can you have the energy to work for the company."

His words brought everyone's expressions back to normal.

I'm wondering if he's interested in me. How could he have so many young and beautiful female colleagues at the company? I don't want to be delusional.