She seduced her graduate school professor

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I was 25 when I met him, and he was 37, married, childless, and of average means. That year, due to relationship issues, I took a part-time job at a university in another city to pursue a master's degree. He was my professor. Initially, I never intended to have anything happen between us. I only noticed him because he looked a lot like my first boyfriend. Then came the usual routine: adding each other on WeChat, chatting, and hooking up. Actually, before I even approached him, I had already found out about his marital status, so I never considered a serious relationship, and I knew he wouldn't either. It was simply a mutual way to relieve our loneliness and fulfill our needs.

So after our first meeting alone, we did everything we could. At that time, one sentence kept running through my mind: "Men and women don't sleep together? What a joke! Everyone's so busy." I never really liked him; I was just bored and looking for excitement. Some people might say, "I was just playing around, I didn't intend to break up his family." Wrong. From the moment you seduce someone, you've already begun to affect their marriage, even if it hasn't caused any visible damage.

But I did.

One night, I was lying on his lap watching TV when his phone rang. I could clearly hear his wife's voice on the other end, her voice shifting from angrily questioning his whereabouts to sobbing as she recounted her pain. I could feel her heartbreak and helplessness in the cold, empty room, but sadly, I felt nothing. No guilt, no fear, no anxiety. My moral compass was so low that I felt absolutely nothing in this situation. A terrifying calm.

The complete breakdown of our relationship was inevitable, but his decisive divorce was unexpected.

After about two months of "being together," he finalized the divorce, leaving with nothing but a suitcase full of clothes, abandoning the home he had lived in for over a decade. This left me bewildered. On one hand, the consequences exceeded my expectations; on the other hand, I worried about ruining his future—after all, I could never give him a future.

Later, with the last vestige of my sense of responsibility, I helped him rent a place, and we occasionally stayed together, living a life of constantly waiting for my paycheck. His temper worsened, and my patience dwindled. I got annoyed seeing him at home every day, scruffy-bearded, smoking, and drinking. He complained that I didn't do housework and was lazy all the time. What started as a fun relationship quickly turned into a mess of daily chores. At our worst,

we even had to agonize over whether to eat 30 yuan worth of ramen or 20 yuan worth of spicy hot pot for our next meal. Our rapidly declining quality of life left us no energy to experience love. Perhaps there was no love at all. We broke up after less than two months of being together. He went back to his family, and I left this mess I'd stirred up.

Finally, I want to say to all married men or men with girlfriends: those unattainable ideals and unattainable dreams will be worn down to nothing more than mosquito bites and grains of rice after repeated sacrifices.

Before we broke up, we had one last drink together and talked calmly. He said he suddenly realized he loved his wife even more, the woman who had sacrificed so much for him over a decade. He'd never felt he needed her so much, never missed the place where she was—that was the real "home."

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