The Secret of Second Marriage

I edited together the court's judgment and the video of the band celebrating at the yoga studio owned by the mistress, and put it on my Douyin account. Many netizens liked it and said that I was cool and that this kind of mistress should be dealt with severely.

Yang Yufei's mistake was that she shouldn't have taken advantage of me and even tried to destroy me, her original wife.

Yang Yufei's eyes were filled with unfathomable hatred as she looked at me.

Her values ​​were clearly distorted; her eyes were filled with rage, as if she wanted to pounce on me like a vixen and tear me apart.

She said, "Do you think it's easy for you to have a mistress? Do you know how much I've sacrificed in these three years? Your husband makes one phone call, and I take a taxi to meet him in a hotel in the middle of the night."

I even had an abortion for him. You vicious woman, you want all the money in one go, dream on!

"The person who started the fire has no right to complain about the heat. You were the one who eagerly pounced on someone else's husband! Your complete defeat is well-deserved."

I wanted nothing more than to slap this exquisite woman in front of me until her head turned into a pig's head, but I held back.

I won my lawsuit against the mistress today to get the return of my property.

If she doesn't repay the money, she will not only face disgrace, but also the risk of going to jail.

Yang Yufei looked very uncomfortable. For a greedy woman like her, taking her money was worse than taking her life.

Sister Juan came over and took my hand: "Don't waste your breath on this vixen. She's already stooped so low as to be someone else's husband's mistress, what else is there to say?"

Sister Juan is right.

I've already gotten all the money back, which has reduced most of my losses. Next, I'll divorce my scumbag husband.

I took a deep breath and told myself that no matter how sad, wronged, or angry I was, I had to learn to manage my emotions.

I turned away and ignored the mistress.

That evening, I treated Sister Juan to dinner.

At the Western restaurant outside, Sister Juan, her daughter, and my daughter also came.

My daughter's round face looks a lot like mine, and her features have become as elegant and delicate as mine. She has been a beauty in her class since she was little.

My daughter hugged me tightly while we were eating, saying, "Mommy, Mommy, I miss you so much, so very much."

My heart melted.

I cut a piece of steak for my daughter to eat.

Sister Juan also cut steak for her daughter…

Sister Juan and I are good friends, and our daughter is also a good friend.

The four of us were having dinner when my phone suddenly rang. It was my husband calling.

I don't want to answer.

My husband made a few more phone calls.

For my daughter's sake, I answered her father's call after we finished eating.

Although I don't have much of a relationship with her father anymore, he is still the father of my daughter, and I don't want to make our relationship too strained.

My husband's first words to me were a threat: "Jiang Man, you've already sued Yufei for money back. Why are you still causing trouble at her yoga studio? You've gone too far."

Yufei is pregnant with my child now.

I'm warning you, stay away from her from now on, or you'll regret it.

"You've finally shown your true colors. You didn't say a word when your mistress opened her shop in front of my door."

When the mistress provoked me, you pretended to be dead? Now, I'm just taking back what's rightfully mine.

You're really desperate. Xue Fan, you're so protective of your mistress, I hope you won't regret it later!

I sneered.

My husband said, "Jiang Man, what's gotten into you? No matter what, we're husband and wife. Can't you be a little more understanding and be a good wife?"

"Dream on! Do you expect me to treat you like an emperor, cooking for you, washing your clothes, ironing your shirts and ties, and preparing all sorts of dishes for you, just like before?"

I was afraid you'd be angry, afraid you'd be unhappy, afraid you'd be hungry while working overtime, afraid you weren't feeling well. Let me tell you, from the moment you cheated on me and transferred our joint assets, you were worth less than a blade of grass in my heart.

I say.

When he realized he couldn't get through to his emotions, he got so angry he was about to start swearing, but I forcibly hung up the phone.

I don't want to talk to him anymore.

This man is beyond saving.

He bet his money, his career, and everything on his mistress; he'll get his comeuppance sooner or later.

I'm not that despicable.

After he cheated on me, I stayed in the marriage hoping he would change his mind and come back. That's impossible.

I convinced myself that I must work hard, and one day I will be able to hold my head high, live a fulfilling life, and enjoy the life I want.

But to my surprise, on Friday afternoon, when I drove to the elementary school to pick up my daughter and was driving her home, the car suddenly went out of control on the road. In a panic, I held my daughter tightly in my arms.

The car crashed through the green belt, overturned on the road, and billowed thick black smoke...

My daughter and I were trapped in the car. Blood seeped into my eyes, choking me so much that I couldn't open them.

I felt increasingly dizzy and my consciousness became increasingly blurred... until a familiar figure pulled my daughter and me out of the car and lifted us into the ambulance.

When I opened my eyes again in the hospital, I was shocked to find my husband sitting in front of my bed, staring at me with a sinister look.

My heart jumped into my throat, my adrenaline surged, and my back was soaked with cold sweat.

When no one was in the ward, my husband suddenly reached out and grabbed my neck. I felt like I couldn't breathe.

His face was somewhat horrifying. He lowered his voice and said to me, "I tampered with the car. You're incredibly lucky; someone saved you. Why didn't they run you over?"

"You bitch, you've been a housewife for six years and haven't earned a single penny. Why should you take so much of my money?"

He said fiercely.

In the hospital ward where no one could see them, the nurses had all gone out to make their rounds.

He finally revealed his beastly side, gritting his teeth, his bloodshot eyes wishing me dead.

I felt the strength in his wrist was so great that it felt like he could crush my neck bones. It was the first time I had ever felt the disparity in strength between men and women.

Am I going to die here?

I felt a chill run down my spine...

A terrible thought flashed through my mind. Only my husband could have tampered with that car.

He actually wanted me to die for a few million dollars in assets and a house.

This man is terrifying.

I struggled desperately, but it was no use. I was unwilling to give up...

Just when I felt like a drowning person, hanging by a thread, and had completely given up and was waiting to die, there was a knock on the door of the ward.

My husband was so startled that his hand trembled and he let go of me.

The door opened, and it was President Jiang who came to see me with fruit and a flower basket.

I looked at President Jiang and mouthed, "Help me..."

President Jiang immediately went to the bedside, shoved my husband aside, and demanded, "What were you trying to do just now?"

My husband immediately put on a hypocritical face and said humbly and gently, "President Jiang, my wife was in a car accident and is hospitalized. It's normal for me to take care of her at the hospital, isn't it?"

As he spoke, he picked up a bowl of dark, murky Chinese medicine from the table, sat down by the bedside, and gently fed it to me: "Sweetie, honey, take your medicine. You'll get better after you take it..."

I felt a pain akin to being slowly tortured, a chilling terror.

I used all my strength to push away the spoon and bowl from his hands, gasping for breath, my body trembling uncontrollably, and said, "I won't eat!!!"

"What do you want to eat? I'll go buy it for you."

Upon seeing this, President Jiang immediately went to the bedside and asked me.

"Don't leave me!"

I instinctively thought that President Jiang had saved me, so I gripped his clothes tightly with my fingers and refused to let go.

I'm afraid that if I let go, he'll leave, leaving my husband and me in the same hospital room, which would be dangerous.

"Okay, I won't leave."

President Jiang gave me a reassuring look.

I hid behind President Jiang.

My husband's face was grim: "Jiang Man, how come we're still not divorced? You're still my wife. How can you let another man take care of you? Where do you expect me to put my face?"

"Xue Fan, this time I see you for who you really are. Get out! Or I'll call the police."

I uttered two words.

Do you have any evidence?

Xue Fan sneered, stopped pretending, and left the ward.

I lay in bed and tears streamed down my face.

I was just heartbroken and disappointed in my husband before.

He fell in love with his mistress.

But now, I am afraid and terrified. I never thought that marrying the wrong person would end up like this. I was almost strangled to death by my own husband.

We've been married for 10 years, and I cherish this family very much. Along the way, I've taken good care of him and been gentle and family-oriented.

A handsome and dashing husband, adorable children! A warm and loving family.

I used to think I was a very happy woman.

But now, the daydream has finally come to a complete end.

In my utter despair, I couldn't help but twitch, and I hugged my blanket and cried.

President Jiang came over to comfort me.

He said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here. From today onwards, I will stay in your ward until you are discharged. I won't go anywhere else, and no one can hurt you."

"Mr. Jiang, thank you."

I threw myself into his arms and cried.

Mr. Jiang didn't say anything, he just held me. It was winter, and the weather outside the ward was very cold. The tree branches were bare, and it was probably only one or two degrees Celsius.

The heating was on in the hospital room.

He held me and comforted me until I gradually calmed down.

I asked President Jiang, "How is my daughter?"

President Jiang said, "Your daughter is fine."

Hearing this answer made me feel a little relieved.

When the doctor came to check on me, he said, "Ms. Jiang, your daughter can be discharged today. During the car accident, you suffered a head injury, but fortunately it was just a mild concussion, nothing serious, and you can be discharged in a few days."