The Secret of Second Marriage

I admit that for a moment, I was moved by his sweet words.

What I'm thinking about is our 10-year relationship and our lovely daughter.

I know my husband; he wouldn't disregard these things.

Is it possible that for a moment he really wanted to break off his relationship with his mistress?

Both body and soul have completely returned to my side.

My husband fell asleep late at night.

I took his phone to the bathroom to use the toilet, intending to unlock it and check their call history again.

But I discovered that he had changed his password and couldn't unlock his phone; it was no longer the password I used to know.

I tried three times in a row, but I still couldn't open it.

I knew he had something to hide and was afraid I would discover something amiss.

I gave a cold laugh; it turned out he had been lying to me all along.

When I came back from the bathroom, I put the phone back on his bedside table.

My husband sleeps right next to me, but I feel cold inside and distant from him.

I think my husband is having an affair. He's indifferent to me and rarely comes home.

So, my next step is to seriously consider divorce.

I'm going to start my new life.

Although I am reluctant to end this marriage that I have maintained for many years, I am a normal woman.

This life of widowhood is torture for me.

The next morning, my husband got up and didn't say much to me. After breakfast, he went to work.

I took my daughter to school, and then met up with my best friend to go shopping.

I also changed my previous image as a simple full-time housewife, and started taking Juan to shopping malls of all sizes, buying her beautiful dresses, coats, and high heels.

My husband goes to get off work regular hours and takes my daughter and me to the zoo on weekends.

He is still seen as a good husband by outsiders.

He was handsome, well-proportioned, wearing a white shirt, tie, black suit, and carrying a briefcase. He was very humble and had none of the arrogance or prejudice of elites.

Sometimes when he gets off work early, he will take my daughter and me out to eat.

When our neighbors see the three of us going out, they always say how lucky we are to have found such a good husband.

My husband also brings me to his company's business banquets.

To outsiders, he would help me carry my bag, open the car door, and serve me food and water during meals; he was a good man who knew how to take care of me.

But only I know that I'm not that happy.

My WeChat Moments is still from three years ago, with a family photo of us all on a trip.

Now, my husband and I barely communicate except for trivial matters about the children. I sleep in the master bedroom, and he voluntarily sleeps in the guest room when he comes home late.

Sometimes we share a bed, but we're each on our own, back to back, playing on our phones.

The two went from talking about everything to having nothing to say to each other.

Everything seemed to be back on track, and the three of us were living a peaceful life.

My husband is very busy, and my daughter is very busy too.

I take care of their three meals a day.

I also saved some of my own money and invested it.

I'm a full-time housewife, but I also secretly keep my own little savings.

I originally thought my husband had already fired Yang Yufei.

He broke off his relationship with his mistress.

But a month later, when her husband returned from his business trip, there was a faint scent of jasmine perfume on the collar of his white shirt.

I found it when I was washing his clothes.

I was extremely angry at that moment.

I know my husband is lying to me; he has never broken off contact with his mistress.

I decided to go to his company to see if the mistress had actually been fired.

I went back to my bedroom, changed into a nice black coat, grabbed my bag, and took a taxi to my husband's office building.

This time, however, I was stopped by the security guard on duty at the entrance when I tried to go in.

I gave them my identity.

When the security guard learned that I was Mr. Xue's wife, he did not act as respectfully as before. Instead, he took me to the security room and made me a cup of tea.

He said, "According to our company's latest rules and regulations, non-employees are not allowed to enter the office area. Relatives must be accompanied by a supervisor. Why don't you call your husband and ask?"

I called my husband, but he was busy in a meeting and didn't answer.

This rule wasn't there when I came last time.

But this time, the security guard recognized me as soon as I arrived and stopped me.

It's obvious that someone gave the order.

I asked the security guard directly, "Did my husband tell you to do this?"

The security guard glanced away and said, "This was a decision made by the company's senior management; I don't know anything about it."

That must be it.

I never expected that when I came back, my husband wouldn't let me go to the company.

I am not a woman who is easily angered or loses her temper.

I have my own principles when it comes to interpersonal relationships.

My husband did this on purpose.

At that moment, I knew what he had decided.

He said he would leave his mistress, but he was lying to me.

I hate it when anyone lies to me.

I told the security guard, "Since it's inconvenient, I'll head back now."

"Okay, then I'll take you there, Mrs. Xue."

The security guard very politely escorted me out of the security office.

I've decided I'll never believe my husband's nonsense again.

After leaving the security room, I didn't go home, but waited downstairs at my husband's company.

I waited all day for my daughter to get out of school, and then asked my best friend to pick her up.

Finally, around 6 p.m., my husband's car came out of the company parking lot.

There was a beautiful woman sitting in the passenger seat. Although it was just a side profile, I recognized her as Yang Yufei.

She didn't seem to be wearing a secretary's blue uniform, but rather a black uniform for a junior manager in a corporate department.

The reality that unfolded completely woke me up.

Tears streamed down my face.

The password-protected phone, the infrequent sex life, and the frequent late nights at work—all these provided the answers.

My deepest intuition tells me that he lied to me.

He promised to fire the mistress in front of me, and the text message she sent me was a perfectly staged act they both put on in front of me.

In fact, they became wary of me after that day and made their affair even more secretive.

My husband not only didn't fire the mistress, but he also conspired with her to deceive me.

These two people think I'm an idiot.

My heart was pounding in my chest, and I clenched my teeth tightly.

I hailed a private car and asked to follow the car in front of me.