The Secret of Second Marriage

I calmly replied, "Sister Wang, I'm sorry to have embarrassed you today. I had no idea that my husband was so eager to bring his mistress to visit your house on the first day of the Lunar New Year."

Mrs. Wang left my husband and his mistress standing in the living room, without even bringing them a cup of tea.

She took my daughter and me upstairs to the bedroom, where we drank tea and ate fruit.

During our casual conversation, she asked me, "What's going on between you and your husband?"

I know that Mrs. Wang is an official's wife and rarely pays attention to gossip online, and she also rarely checks WeChat.

I confided in him: "My husband cheated on me three years ago. The other woman was the other woman. Since then, he has started giving me the silent treatment and we've been sleeping in separate beds."

He frequently travels for work and dates his mistress.

I was completely unaware of the situation and thought we were experiencing the seven-year itch and that our relationship was in trouble.

For a while, I was very active in losing weight and getting beauty treatments, paying attention to my clothes and buying some beautiful and sexy lingerie, hoping to rekindle the passion in my marriage with my husband.

No matter how much I tried to seduce him, he remained indifferent. Later, I discovered he was cheating on me.

At first, I wanted to give him a chance to break off his relationship with his mistress and return home.

But he didn't. He conspired with his mistress to make me leave with nothing, and even tried to kill me.

I moved out of my family home this New Year, and my daughter and I are now renting an apartment. I've also started looking for a job again!

When Sister Wang heard what I said, tears involuntarily streamed down her face.

She was also my first wife, and she understood my suffering.

She said, "Your husband seems so refined and considerate. I thought he was a good husband. If I had known he would abandon his wife after his career took off, I wouldn't have voted for him to be the vice president at the board meeting."

"Man, it's all my fault."

"Sister, don't say that. People are never satisfied. Who could have known he was so bad from the start? It was only after he got rich that his true colors came out."

I said, "It's my own bad luck to have met the wrong person; I don't blame anyone else."

Sister Wang asked me, "Are you really not planning to stay with him? Man, if you still want to be with him, I'll talk to him. Make him sever ties with his mistress and come back to the family. Otherwise, the organization will talk to him. What do you think?"

I said, "Sister, it's not necessary. There's no longer any affection between us as husband and wife."

Such a wolf in sheep's clothing, wanting to kill my husband. I dare not live with him in fear and trembling anymore.

He's a venomous snake. Besides, his mistress is pregnant with his child, and he's transferred all the money in the house to her.

"You've given me 700 million in just three years. Do you think there's any chance of saving our marriage?"

"Xue Fan went too far."

Mrs. Wang sighed and said, "If that's the case, I don't recommend you reconcile with him. This kind of man is a complete 'phoenix man' (a man from a poor background who achieves success), he's terrifying."

Mrs. Wang and I were chatting in the room.

My husband suddenly sent me a WeChat message asking, "Honey, how did you meet Mrs. Wang? Why did she invite you to our house for dinner?"

Did you deliberately send Mrs. Wang to humiliate me and Yufei? Your intentions are truly malicious.

"It's me who's malicious. Unlike you, who flaunted your mistress everywhere on New Year's Day, your shamelessness is off the charts!"

I gave a cold laugh.

After Mrs. Wang and I finished talking in the room.

Mrs. Wang said angrily, "What I hate most in my life is men who cheat on their partners, and mistresses who overestimate themselves and use every means to try to climb the social ladder."

To be honest, after my husband became an official, he also had a mistress, a young and beautiful woman.

Do you know why my son suddenly got into a car accident on his way home from high school?

That mistress, in order to climb the social ladder, actually bribed the driver to deliberately cause a car accident that would kill my son.

She and her illegitimate child from outside the marriage were able to take over. That time, my son was seriously injured, and when the hospital blood bank didn't have any HR (rare blood type) blood, and his life was hanging by a thread, you came to give him a blood transfusion.

If it weren't for you saving my life, my son might not be alive today.

Later, with the help of my family, I taught the mistress a lesson, slapped her dozens of times, and made her go back to Shanghai and never set foot in Beijing again.

This is a shameful thing in my family, and I have never told anyone about it. Xiaoman is the first one.

So no matter what, I will definitely get revenge for you.

I never expected to overhear such a shocking piece of gossip.

Sure enough, the higher up in the social circles of the wealthy, the bloodier the struggles between illegitimate children, mistresses, and wives become.

I couldn't help but feel a chill run down my spine.

Mrs. Wang, however, resumed her dignified and composed demeanor.

She told me, "My husband and I have long since lost our feelings for each other. He thinks I'm too old. I've endured most of my life in this marriage, and I've been a widow for most of my life, all for the sake of my son's place."

No matter how many mistresses he has outside, it seems this family business will definitely be passed on to my son.

Man, you're different from me. You're still young, only 30, and you have choices.

Your husband is a scumbag and doesn't deserve your love. Divorce him as soon as possible, draw a clear line, and find a man who truly loves you.

He doesn't need to be rich or have a great career; all he needs is to genuinely care for you, cherish you, and protect you.

As I listened to Mrs. Wang's heartfelt words, I couldn't help but nod.

I think my marriage with my husband is beyond saving.

At the same time, I genuinely feel that it wasn't easy for Mrs. Wang to become a woman.

It was past 11 o'clock when we finished our conversation.

The maid came in at least three times to report: "Vice President Xue of Huanyu Financial Company and his young wife have been waiting outside for four hours. Should we invite them to stay for lunch?"

Mrs. Wang said, "Let them wait as long as they want. I won't give this ungrateful man a single bite of food."

Go tell Xue Fan that I said this. "A man who mistreats his wife will not accumulate wealth. A man who betrays his wife will not have a good end."

The maid went out and relayed these words verbatim to the mistress and my husband who were sitting in the living room.

The mistress's face immediately crumbled.

She was initially smug, thinking she had entered a very high-class circle of officials' wives and wanted to build connections.

Unexpectedly, the other party looked down on her completely, didn't even drink a sip of tea, and told her to get lost.

She was young and impetuous, her eyes filled with resentment, and her pretty face exuded a sharp and mean-spirited air.

She pouted at Xue Fan and said, "Honey, look at that Mrs. Wang, she really doesn't respect us at all. We brought over Moutai and so many cigarettes and alcohol first thing this morning, and she didn't even look at our gifts. Maybe we shouldn't wait any longer, I'm hungry, let's go back and eat."

For the first time, Xue Fan was angry with Yang Yufei: "You can't even endure the slightest hardship. Mrs. Wang hasn't even said anything yet, and you're already threatening to leave. Do you even know the background of Mrs. Wang's husband? If I offend this big shot, whether I can remain the vice president of Huanyu is a question!"

"I'm sorry, honey, sob sob sob... I know I was wrong. If it can save your career, I'll go and kowtow to Mrs. Wang to apologize, okay?"

Yang Yufei immediately said in a pitiful tone.

She knew that playing the victim, feigning misery, and showing weakness were the most effective tactics for men.

Xue Fan's anger subsided considerably, and he said to her, "Don't make things worse. I don't know when Jiang Man and Mrs. Wang became sisters. You should go back first; I'll wait here by myself."

"Then I'll be leaving first."

Yang Yufei had no choice but to leave reluctantly.

At noon, when Mrs. Wang took my hand and we came out of the living room, Yang Yufei, that vixen, was no longer there.

We're eating.

To my surprise, my husband actually stood to the side pouring wine and adding food.

He put a piece of my favorite fried meatball into my bowl and said to me, "Honey, eat more."