The Secret of Second Marriage

President Jiang stayed with me at the hospital.

I finally felt that I was no longer alone and helpless.

He didn't preach any grand principles or comfort me; he simply picked up an apple with his clean fingers, peeled it, and fed it to me piece by piece.

The winter outside was bitterly cold, but President Jiang's handsome face was as gentle as a spring breeze!

On the day he was discharged from the hospital, General Jiang said, "Why don't you move in with me?"

"What about my daughter?"

I asked a very practical question.

My current situation is basically no different from being divorced.

I also have a daughter with me.

Mr. Jiang said, "Niu Niu will also move in with us. Now that I've accepted you, I'll accept her too."

I was quite touched.

However, after much consideration, I still refused to move into President Jiang's house.

I said, "Mr. Jiang, could you give me some time? Let me sort out my divorce with my husband."

My daughter is too young. When her father and I are separated, I need to explain to her slowly that I don't want to hurt other children.

I understand.

President Jiang nodded and said.

He helped me with the discharge procedures.

My daughter was very well-behaved and called him "Uncle Jiang".

I took my daughter back to the rented apartment.

I cooked a hot pot at home to entertain President Jiang.

Mr. Jiang took care of me at the hospital for eight days, but I need to go back to the company to handle many things.

Before he left, he gave my daughter a gift: a lovely winter outfit and a pair of white leather shoes.

Mr. Jiang said, "Take good care of yourself and your daughter. You can go back to work anytime you want. Call me if you need anything."

"Um"

I say.

President Jiang's manner of treating people was as warm and welcoming as ever.

I have never seen him lose his temper.

He is a highly intelligent person with excellent character.

But the more he acted this way, the more unfathomable I felt he was.

Late at night, my daughter fell asleep.

Suddenly I heard a strange knocking sound at the door.

I asked, "Who is it?"

No one answered me.

After a while, the sound of a baby crying was heard.

It was really scary at my room door in the middle of the night.

But I couldn't see anything through the peephole lens; it was pitch black, as if something was blocking it.

I was terrified, so I used the coffee table to block the security door and then called the property management.

After the property management came up, they checked the surveillance footage and found that there were indeed suspicious figures appearing in the corridor at the entrance of my community in the middle of the night.

I was instantly horrified; it wasn't just my imagination.

The property security guard said, "Ms. Jiang, we have already called the police. Those two people of unknown origin were wearing black sportswear, masks, glasses, and hats. They are likely thieves."

No, they weren't thieves; they came specifically to target me.

I got the surveillance video from the property management and posted it on my account. Soon, many fans gave me advice and encouraged and comforted me online.

Some netizens have already guessed it.

My account name is Warm Hug, and people online call me Sister Warm.

"Sister Nuan, did your husband and his mistress do this together?"

"They are so vicious."

Beware of scumbags and mistresses!!!

"Warm home, don't be afraid, hang in there!"

We will always support you.

Seeing these netizens' replies warmed my heart.

My phone rang again; this time it was a call from my mistress late at night.

I was so angry I laughed.

I almost instinctively clicked to record the call.

The mistress, Lin Yufei, said through gritted teeth on the other end of the phone: "Jiang Man, your husband is with me. As a woman, aren't you a failure? Even if you get your money back, what good will it do? Your husband doesn't love you anymore; he loves me. You're the one who lost everything."

"You pathetic woman, why don't you just die? What face do you have to live in this world? You've already lost in life, and I've already taken your man away, so hurry up and die!"

Upon hearing these words, I couldn't hold back my tears any longer and they streamed down my face.

I took a deep breath and said, "I won't die. I'll live a good life, at least better than you."

"I stole your husband, your marriage is broken, your home is gone. How can you not be heartbroken, how can you not be sad, how can you live well? How could you do this?!"

The mistress went completely hysterical.

She seemed to really want to see me heartbroken, devastated, giving up on life, and in great pain.

But she was so disappointed.

I said, "If someone as shameless as you can live a good life, why can't I? What did I do wrong? You two adulterers are the ones who deserve to die!"

I hung up the phone as soon as I finished speaking.

I hate them, and I hold grudges. But I won't ruin my life for a scumbag.

The next morning, I woke up to a new day.

My followers have surpassed 20. I never expected that the video I posted of smashing up the wedding room would become a trending topic overnight.

I struck while the iron was hot and posted the recording of my mistress's phone call with me last night on Douyin, which instantly garnered over 10,000 views.

Many wives gave me a thumbs up.

These wives, like me, have also suffered from their husbands' infidelity, but are still struggling in their marriages.

They all support me, like and comment on my posts, and even send me gifts.

After the story gained popularity, the true identities of my husband and his mistress were also exposed.

I heard that the mistress's yoga studio was pelted with rotten eggs and vegetable leaves by many wives.

Yang Yufei is shameless. She called the police several times and had people clean up the area in front of her shop so she could continue operating. She still dressed fashionably and looked sexy and alluring.

She even asked my husband to come to her yoga studio when he had time to help serve tea and water, and then took pictures to show off to me, basically implying how good my husband was to her.

All I can do is sneer.

I was worried about it, so I asked my mother to come from my hometown to help me take care of the child.

My mom wasn't too keen at first.

But I told her about some things that had happened to me recently.

My husband and I have reached this point, and there's no going back.

My mom said she'll agree to come see me soon.

I bought her the plane ticket.

I thought she cared about me and still had me, her daughter, in her heart.

But I didn't expect her to fly in. She didn't even have a cup of tea when she came in. Her first words were: "I can help you take care of Niu Niu, but you have to give me 8000 yuan a month. The cost of groceries is separate. Anyway, you'll have to pay this amount to hire a nanny."

Those words chilled me to the bone.

My parents have always favored my younger brother since I was little. They always saved the best food and drinks for him. I didn't even have a new piece of clothing during my six years of elementary school; I always wore other people's hand-me-downs.

When I got married, my parents didn't give me a single cent as dowry. They even threatened that if I married my husband, they would disown me.

I married Xue Fan, a scumbag, because I was extremely lacking in love and security in my family of origin and longed for a man to love me.

After Xue Fan's career started to improve, I went back to my parents' home and bought them a lot of gifts.

I also used Xue Fan's connections to get my brother to open a small construction material supplier shop in our hometown, which can earn more than 50 yuan in profit every year.

When my husband and I had a good relationship, we would drive our luxury cars back to our hometown every Spring Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival, looking very impressive. My parents would greet us with smiles, and their attitude towards me would improve significantly.

I thought they were starting to love me.

But to my surprise, just as my relationship with my husband broke down and we reached the point of divorce, my mother's attitude changed 180 degrees.

She came to help me take care of my daughter, and immediately asked for money without any consideration for my situation. I am currently going through the most difficult time. I have always been obedient since I was a child and have never caused them any trouble.

But the person they love most is still my brother.

They told me long ago that the house, car, and savings would naturally be left to my brother to get married, while I, as a married daughter, would be like water spilled from a cup, and I could only rely on myself from now on, and could not burden my family.

I took a deep breath and said, "Okay. Mom, I can pay for my salary. I only have one request: I might be very busy with work, so please take good care of my daughter."

"Oh. There's one more thing. Xue Fan canceled your brother's supplier qualification and took over the shop. From now on, you'll have to pay your brother's social security every month. It'll only be a little over three thousand yuan."

My mom suddenly said that.

Suddenly, I couldn't keep a straight face.

In my early years at university, I worked part-time during winter and summer vacations to earn money for tuition.

Later, after my husband became successful in his career, I not only asked him to help my brother start a company, but also gave him red envelopes and bought him gifts during holidays.

I also gave my brother 30 yuan for his car.

To my utter surprise, no one in my family has ever expressed any gratitude for my contributions to the family; they all think that my contributions are a matter of course.

I said with disappointment, "So that's what you came here for?"

My mother said in a reproachful tone, "It's your own fault for being incompetent and unable to keep Xue Fan's heart. He has another woman outside, so why don't you just turn a blind eye?"

"He's a leader, he has money and power. He could just give you a call and your brother could become a supplier. Look at you, insisting on getting a divorce. Now your brother's job is gone."