The Secret of Second Marriage

Juan hesitated for a moment, then said, "I heard she's a recent college graduate in her early twenties, an art student, and quite pretty."

She looks pitiful and delicate, you know, that kind of girl always easily evokes a man's heartache. She has an artistic air about her, not the vulgar kind.

"Oh"

I nodded.

But I instinctively felt disgusted by this mistress. Does being pitiful give you the right to seduce someone else's husband? She's so young, yet instead of working hard to earn money, she just spreads her legs and tries to reap the rewards without any effort, selling herself to get ready-made benefits.

Do you really think the wife is someone to be bullied?

Juan said, "By the way, I heard that your husband got his mistress a job as a secretary at his company. Haven't you been to your husband's company and seen her?"

I shook my head: "I rarely go to his company. In the past year, I've basically not been there at all."

Juan said, "Actually, I hate these mistresses just like you. They take advantage of their pretty faces to seduce other people's husbands and break up other people's families."

My husband had an affair last year, but I found out. I took some people to teach that woman a lesson, and I told her that if she cheated on me again, she would lose everything.

He wouldn't dare to do it again.

Juan's family is wealthy in Beijing.

She has never lacked food or drink since she was a child.

She is a rich second-generation heiress, with the right to be arrogant and willful.

Her husband held an agency position in her family's company. He didn't make a lot of money, but he had several million in pocket money and frequently attended banquets for business celebrities.

If you dare to upset her, you'll be kicked out of the house with nothing in no time.

This is the advantage of having money and resources in one's maternal family.

Juan sighed and comforted me, saying, "Xiaoman, marriage is a very practical matter. For us women, our biggest support in our later years isn't a man, it's money. You must hold onto your money and absolutely not let that mistress benefit from it."

I nodded.

Although I may look delicate, I have a very strong personality.

I know my husband and I can never go back to the way things were.

My current restraint is not in the hope that he will break off his relationship with his mistress and change his mind, but rather to gather as much evidence as possible to give myself a way out.

Juan meant for me to just turn a blind eye.

But I don't think so in my heart.

I want a divorce.

Juan said, "Listen to your sister, don't easily give way to a mistress. You are your husband's first wife, and the children are grown up and listen to you."

The one who laughs last laughs best, and that is the winner.

You have the best geographical advantage; as long as you remain inactive, the mistress can't beat you.

I said, "But I still feel disgusted, like I've eaten shit."

Juan said, "That's true. Men are fickle; once they have a little money, they want to find a mistress. If you really can't stand it and really want a divorce, it's best to find a professional lawyer, get evidence, and get a larger share of the property so you'll have someone to rely on in the future."

"Um"

I nodded.

Juan and I went shopping and bought some beautiful clothes, went to a high-end beauty salon for skincare, and I even dyed my long hair a beautiful tea mist color.

I was wearing a light blue misty dress, and my features were fair and beautiful.

Juan picked out a diamond necklace and a designer handbag for me.

After dressing up, I really have a bright and elegant feeling.

In the afternoon, I went to pick up the children from school.

The first thing my daughter said when she saw me was, "Mom, you're so beautiful. You should have looked like this a long time ago."

"Um"

I hugged and kissed my daughter, then took her home for dinner.

I made my daughter's favorite dishes: sweet and sour pork ribs, braised fish, beef brisket with tomatoes, and stir-fried bok choy.

My daughter asked me while she was eating, "Mommy, isn't Daddy coming home for dinner?"

"Yes, your dad has to work overtime."

I say.

The daughter is used to it; her father is always busy.

But I knew in my heart that he wasn't going out to work overtime; he was going out to meet his mistress.

After dinner, I put my daughter to bed.

My husband didn't get home until after 10 p.m.

I've gotten used to it.

As soon as my husband came in and changed into slippers, he said, "Honey, I'm thirsty. Make me a cup of tea."

"I'm going to binge-watch my show, you can go to the bar by yourself."

I say.

He noticed that my eyes were glued to the TV and I completely ignored him.

He didn't say anything, and just made himself some tea.

He took a sip of tea, sat down on the sofa, his face cold and laced with hostility: "I received a text message from the bank today alerting you to a large expense. Why did you spend so much money all at once?"

I remember how he spent so much money on his mistress without a second thought, while I only spent tens of thousands of yuan today, and he came back to question me.

I said, "Isn't it a man's duty to earn money for his wife? I'm your wife. If you don't give me your money, are you going to save it for other women?"

"I'm not saying you can't spend money. I'm saying you shouldn't spend money recklessly. You're just a housewife, with nothing to do all day, why spend so much money?"

My husband said.

His words, "You're just a housewife," spoken with contempt and disdain, deeply stung me.

I suddenly said, "Back then, when I ate an 8-yuan bowl of Lanzhou noodles with you and gave you all the beef, what promise did you make to me?"

As soon as we said those words, both of our eyes turned red.

Perhaps feeling guilty towards me, he went to the bedroom to take a shower, feeling upset.

I sat on the sofa, tears streaming down my face, which I silently wiped away with the back of my hand.

We fell in love freely.

Right after graduating from university, I gave up the stable life in my hometown and came to Beijing with him to work hard.

When we first arrived, we were very poor. Every time we went on a date, he would eat 5 yuan worth of Lanzhou noodles, and I would eat 8 yuan worth. I would secretly give him the beef from the noodles.

He couldn't find a good job at first.

I work as an accountant to earn money to support his graduate studies.

I think it's more important for a man to have a high level of education.

Thanks to his advice, he was able to achieve his current high-level executive position with an annual salary of millions.

I'm not one to fight or compete; I'll be the woman behind him.

I never imagined that after I helped my husband Ling Yunzhi achieve success in his career, he would want to change wives.

The next morning, my husband left without eating the breakfast I made.

I know there are plenty of women out there who will make him breakfast.

I called my daughter to get up and eat.

My daughter asked me, "Mommy, did you and Daddy have a fight?"

I guess she heard that I had an argument with her father last night.

I remembered what my husband had said, and suddenly said, "Niu Niu, Mommy won't be a housewife forever. Mommy will go find a job again."

"Mom, all I want is for you to be happy. No matter what you do, I will always love you."

My daughter seemed to understand, but not quite. She reached out her soft little hands and rubbed my face, then smiled sweetly and said...

Upon hearing this, tears welled up in my eyes.

Although I don't regret this marriage, and although I met a scumbag, I have such a well-behaved and lovely daughter.

I wiped away my tears, dressed up especially beautifully, and sent my daughter to school.

I drove my daughter to school, and it was already past 8 a.m.

In the past, at this time of year, I would go to the market to buy groceries, cook, and then go home to mop the floor, clean, and do other housework.

But this time, I had an idea. As my husband's first wife, I rarely went to his workplace before, because I was afraid that I might inadvertently bring him negative influence.

But I don't think that way anymore.

I want to go to my husband's company to see if it's true, as Juan said, that my husband got his mistress a job as his secretary.