The Secret of Second Marriage

I haven't even realized it yet.

He then kissed me passionately.

I felt my blood boiling, but at the same time, I subconsciously resisted his approach.

His arms tightened, and his kisses grew more intense.

His youthful face made me forget that I am a bitter woman whose husband has cheated on me.

His aura was different from my husband's. My husband had been tainted by society for many years, and his aura carried the smell of tobacco and alcohol typical of an adult man.

This boy still had a youthful, sunny, and natural feel to him, without any trace of the smell of tobacco, alcohol, or the complexities of society.

I was captivated at that moment and hugged him...

He half-heartedly carried me to the bed, gently stroking my face, and we kissed.

But the moment he took off my clothes, I suddenly felt a strong resistance and realized that something was irreversible.

My mind raced, wondering if what I was doing was right. My husband and I have been married for 10 years, and I have never done anything to betray him.

And my relationship with President Jiang is just beginning to blossom. Should I persist, or should I give up now...?

I suddenly remembered President Jiang's face, and abruptly reached out to push him away, saying, "What we're doing is immoral."

Shen Xing's eyes were filled with longing and heartache. He pleaded with me, "Sister, you can't go back to Uncle. He's had an affair, and he won't change his mind."

"yes"

I say.

I suddenly recalled the heart-wrenching scenes of my husband's infidelity, and I stopped resisting.

My husband has become so heartless that he wants to kill me.

Why should I remain chaste for him? As for President Jiang, whether we can end up together is anyone's guess, because I have no idea what kind of person President Jiang is.

What happened next happened naturally, like a thunderbolt striking a raging fire, or dry wood igniting into a blazing inferno.

At my age, I'm at the peak of my sexual desires, and my husband hasn't touched me for years.

I have always lived a life of solitude.

My husband sometimes comes home, but after taking a shower, he falls asleep as soon as he gets into bed. If I make any suggestive remarks, he always says he's too tired, too exhausted, and has no energy, and that we should talk about it another day. Then he turns over and falls asleep with his back to me.

I later found out that he had eaten his fill outside.

The grievances and injustices in my heart accumulated and were buried deep within me day by day.

This boy named Shen Xing immediately stirred up the grievances in my heart.

I feel like I've completely forgotten about the age difference and the fear of having an affair.

I like this sunny, pure, talented, gentle, and considerate boy.

This is the first time in my life I've ever been this crazy.

I kissed him passionately, and he couldn't help but stroke my smooth back, even slipping his hand inside my red sweater...

We kissed and took off our clothes, and then we stumbled towards the big bed, still holding each other tightly.

At that moment, he let go of me. I lay on the bed, catching my breath slightly, and a sense of panic began to creep into my heart. At the last moment, I refused him.

I asked him, "Is this your first time?"

Shen Xing nodded: "Sister, this is my first time experiencing love."

When I heard him say that, I made a decision.

I said, "You should save your first time for the girl you can truly be with."

Shen Xing said, "I love you, I'll only ever love you, sister. Why do you make my love so painful?"

I thought I would lose my mind and throw myself into the arms of this boy without thinking.

But at that moment I thought of my daughter, my career, my boss, and my future.

I rejected him: "I'm sorry, I can't give you the future you want, and I don't want to complicate our relationship. You're leaving this city tomorrow, take care."

Trees need bark, and people need face.

My husband is shameless; he's having affairs with other women even before we're divorced, but I can't do that because I care about my reputation.

Under the bedroom light, Shen Xing was half-naked, revealing strong shoulders and smooth abs. He was tall and handsome, with delicate features, giving off the air of a dashing young man.

After I finished dressing, I helped him put his coat on.

He remained silent for a long time before saying, "Sister, I respect you."

Surprisingly, he didn't pressure me. Instead, he went into the bathroom, took a shower, put on his pajamas, grabbed a blanket, and slept on the hotel sofa, leaving the bed for me.

Around 11 p.m., we left the hotel room. Late at night, I took him to the train station and watched him go through the ticket check-in.

He left the city, dragging his suitcase.

I know that this time, it's completely over between Shen Xing and me.

I may feel a little regretful, but I feel more that I did not make any mistakes.

In my current state of despair, what I need is comfort and healing.

I scrolled through my WeChat Moments and discovered that my husband had actually taken his mistress on a trip.

They went to Sanya.

Winters are particularly cold in northern cities.

When my mistress was showing off her love on social media, I casually mentioned it was getting cold, and he immediately bought tickets to take me to Hainan. My dear Mr. Xue, I will love you forever... *kissing*

My heart suddenly ached. My husband and I have been together for 10 years. Whether it was giving birth or going through postpartum confinement, I did it all by myself. I remember when my baby was a little over 1 year old.

My child had a fever around 2 or 3 a.m., so I took him to the hospital to queue for registration and treatment. I was so busy that I didn't even have time to eat or go to the bathroom...

My husband was busy with his work at that time, working overtime every day, and had no time to care about my well-being.

My mistress is pregnant now, and he actually took his annual leave early to take her on vacation to Hainan.

My husband's heartlessness felt like knives stabbing into my heart; it would be a lie to say it didn't hurt.

It was past midnight, and the lights were dim. I didn't want to go home alone, so I went to a bar for a drink.

When President Jiang returned from his business trip, he called to ask me, "Where are you?"

I said, "At a bar."

President Jiang said, "I'll drive to pick you up."

I gave him my address, and about ten minutes later, he came to find me, dressed in a suit.

The bar was brightly lit and filled with all sorts of men and women, many of whom were lonely, homeless, and isolated like me.

I sat at the bar in the corner and drank.

A few thugs tried to harass me, constantly asking for my WeChat and even making suggestive remarks like, "Young lady, you're really beautiful. Are you lonely tonight? Need me to keep you company?"

"unnecessary"

I coldly shooed them away.

When Mr. Jiang found me, he immediately chased those people away. He pulled me into his arms and said, "Drink less, Manman. You shouldn't have come out drinking alone in the middle of the night, making me worry. Please don't do this again, okay?"

"it is good"

Tears streamed down my face.

Mr. Jiang grabbed my hand, paid the bill, and led me away from the bar.

He remained silent the whole way, driving me to his residence.

He is a very low-key boss.

He lives in a very upscale commercial community by the river. The community has a beautiful green environment with ponds, plum blossoms, an amusement park, and black swans.

He took me to the elevator and we went to his home.

His home has a cool, understated style, typical of a mature man. The black marble floors, white curtains, and simple furniture and sofas are all present, but even a single chandelier inside is quite expensive.

I wasn't actually that drunk.

I asked him, "President Jiang, can you tell me the truth? Why do you like me?"

"This is my secret, Manman, please don't ask anymore, okay?"

President Jiang continued.

Secrets? Everyone has secrets.

President Jiang turned on the music in the room; it was the flirtatious kind.

He opened a bottle of red wine, took a few sips, felt a little hot, and his face turned a little red.

He said, "Manman, will you be my girlfriend?"

"it is good"

I say.

Please forgive me for being a realistic woman. Mr. Jiang is about the same age as me, very handsome, successful in his career, and willing to accept a divorced woman with a child.

Although I know I shouldn't be daydreaming at my age, I still want to indulge myself just this once.

My husband is having affairs, so why can't I find a man who is more handsome and successful than him? Why should I remain chaste for such a scumbag?

Mr. Jiang loosened his tie, picked me up, and, half-pushing me, carried me to the large bed in the bedroom, then turned off the bedroom light.

The light was a dim, warm yellow.

He slipped his hand inside my bra and then kissed my lips; it was a real French kiss.

When he kissed me, I felt completely full and swollen.

He stroked my waist and murmured, "So slender and soft. Manman, my little darling, why do you make me suffer so much loving you! From tonight onwards, you are my woman, and I will never allow myself to bully you again!"

I fully enjoyed his caresses; it felt so relaxing.

When we were naked together, I saw his abs, his well-defined waist, and his deep eyes. He was different from Shen Xing; he was stronger and more muscular, and his face was more mature.

But I could sense that this was definitely not his first time.

I am also a mature young woman.

So there wasn't much shyness or taboo between us.

We're crazy.

He was very involved.

All I could hear was the creaking of the bed and my own endless sounds. My mind went blank; he was sometimes in the clouds, sometimes in the ocean, and sometimes in the forest.

That feeling was incredibly satisfying.

I haven't felt that way in a long time.

We went wild several times that night, and I don't even know when I fell asleep...