The Secret of Second Marriage

On Monday, the temperature dropped to -1 degree Celsius across the city.

The weather forecast reports that there will be heavy snow in the coming week.

I was wearing a beautiful red Chinese-style down jacket, my black hair was loose and adorned with a green bamboo hairpin, and I had applied pretty light makeup. I looked radiant at first glance, completely unlike my previous disheveled, housewife appearance who was always worrying about the family...

Since moving out of that house, I have a job, a career, and friends. I've become much prettier and more vibrant than before, and my skin has become fairer.

I hired several professional bodyguards, and together with Sister Juan and a few of my friends from the original wives' circle, we drove to the old apartment building and moved in.

I returned to this familiar yet unfamiliar neighborhood.

When my husband and I bought this apartment, the prices weren't this high yet, and we even borrowed some money to buy it.

But now it has risen to over ten million.

This is my first wife. To buy this house, she scrimped and saved, wearing an ordinary sun hat, a sun-protective shirt, and even her pants were the kind that cost only a dozen yuan online.

I often carry groceries in one hand, riding my electric bike with my daughter through the city on such a hot day, just to save a few cents on grocery money.

I lived such a humble life, painstakingly renovating this home, only to have it stolen by a mistress before I even lived there for a few years.

That kind of heartache, the sleepless nights spent crying until your pillow is soaked, is something only those who have experienced it can understand.

But I will never let myself live such a humble life again.

When my best friend and I knocked on the door and went in, it was the mistress's parents who opened it.

Her dad asked me, "Who are you looking for?"

I said, "I am Xue Fan's first wife, the true mistress of this house."

Her father actually said, "Your husband doesn't love you anymore. You're a pathetic and pathetic woman. How dare you come here? My daughter is much prettier than you, has a better figure, and is younger. Xue Fan only loves my daughter and won't want you anymore. Get out."

Sure enough, the parenting style of third parties is always shocking and morally reprehensible.

Now I understand why Yang Yufei thought stealing someone else's husband was something to brag about; it turns out her family supported her being a mistress.

I just sneered inwardly, and said angrily, "We're not divorced yet. This is my home. Please move out!"

Juan also said, "You guys are shameless! Is this your house? How dare you move in? This is a house that the original wife and husband worked hard for 10 years to buy. And your daughter just spread her legs, lay down on the bed, and so easily took over someone else's property? Don't you have any shame?"

"Say it again, who are you calling shameless!"

Mr. Yang was extremely angry.

I couldn't be bothered with him, so I just waved my hand and led a group of bodyguards in black inside. As soon as I entered, I saw a huge wedding photo of me in the living room, a solo one. On the table below the photo, there were three sticks of incense burning.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but tremble. I'm not dead yet, and they're already lighting incense for me—are they cursing me?

Yang Yufei, the mistress, also came out of the bedroom.

She was wearing pajamas, had a beautiful figure, and was holding my husband's hand, kissing him every now and then while giggling softly.

When she saw me come to her door, she raised her chin and said in a vicious voice, "Sister Jiang, Xue Fan personally put your photo here and burns three incense sticks every day, praying to the Bodhisattva to let you die soon."

Who gave you the right to post those fabricated videos online? So what if I'm a mistress? My husband and I are truly in love. Instead of reflecting on your own lack of charm and ability to attract your husband, you blame everything on the other woman. Don't you realize I'm younger, prettier, and earn more money than you?

"Xue Fan would have to be blind to choose you!"

My husband saw me come to the door.

He grabbed the mistress and said, "Jiang Man, how dare you show your face here? I knelt down in front of the hospital that day, begging you, and you wouldn't even look at me. Isn't it because you think I'm not as rich as that Mr. Jiang?"

I've set aside my pride and dignity. I beg you to delete those messages online, and let's go back to our old life. If you don't agree, then don't blame me. From now on, I'll wholeheartedly choose Yufei.

My heart is completely broken.

When a man finds a new love, how can he possibly love his wife anymore! His fickle nature is on full display!

They've forgotten the days of hardship and struggle together, so what if they had a child! It's a miracle his wife wasn't beaten to death, let alone showing gratitude... That's why women shouldn't easily support men after marriage, because some men aren't worth your love.

I went over and smashed the photos, threw all the incense sticks into the trash can outside. I felt so pathetic. My partner, sitting in an air-conditioned room having an affair with his beautiful mistress, was burning incense and cursing me to die.

Everything that the mistress owns is something I saved up from every penny. All of this was originally mine to have, but I gave it all to the mistress.

What's even more despicable is my scumbag husband. He proved the saying with his actions: the hard times are spent with his wife, and the good times are reserved for his mistress.

I gave the mistress and my husband a cold look and said, "Xue Fan, Heaven has eyes, and retribution comes from Heaven; you have lost a hundred fortunes because of your wife, your life will be miserable."

I will never forget everything you've done to me. I will get my money back, one by one. I personally had this house renovated. I won't let you and your mistress live here.

"What do you want?"

Xue Fan coldly stepped forward, intending to push me to the ground.

But the bodyguard stopped him: "You're a complete scoundrel. Your wife has endured so much hardship with you all these years, and you just go and find a mistress like that? How can you face your wife? Are you even a man?"

Xue Fan said, "It's her own fault for not wanting to live a good life. I admit that it was wrong of me to have an affair, but I just made a mistake that all men make."

Why can't she get over this? She's never said she didn't want this family. I've already apologized to her, but she won't let go.

After so many years of relationship, she just said she didn't love me anymore and then started cyberbullying me online. She even got my mother imprisoned, and she ruined my family... Does such an immature woman not deserve to be my wife?

He finally spoke his mind.

That's the kind of person he is; he always thinks he's right and others are wrong.

I'm too lazy to waste any more words on her.

I went to the bedroom and smashed our wedding photos with my own hands.

As I looked at these familiar scenes of home renovation, my heart ached as if it were being cut by a knife; it was already riddled with holes.

My husband and his mistress brazenly barged into the home I had personally renovated, flirting and making out right before my eyes, yet I felt no anger.

I felt utterly despondent.

How ironic!

I said, "I don't want this place anymore, go ahead and smash it up!"

My husband and his mistress's family tried to stop them, but they were all stopped by the bodyguards.

Sister Juan commanded the construction team with an air of dominance: "Smash it! Smash it! Even if the house is destroyed, it won't be cheap. A scumbag and his mistress living here. How despicable!"

The scene was chaotic at one point.

The renovation workers, wielding sledgehammers, smashed the toilet, bathroom, and kitchen to pieces in no time, and even destroyed all my furniture and cabinets in the bedroom.

It was smashed to pieces.

My husband was furious and called the police. When the police arrived, they glanced at my property certificate and learned about my husband's affair with his mistress. In the end, they only said one thing: let us negotiate it ourselves.

Yang Yufei never expected that I would dare to smash things a second time after I did it the first time. She said, "Jiang Man, you're deliberately trying to make things difficult for me. I hate you!"