My fiancée, whom I had been dating for five years, cheated on me before our wedding.

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a woman who cheated on her husband with the photographer who took their wedding photos. The photos were taken in May, but because it was considered an unlucky year, the wedding was scheduled for after the Lunar New Year the following year. I was away on a business trip when we picked up the photos, and he went to collect them. The photographer praised her beauty and how photogenic she was, suggesting she model for him. She readily agreed, but didn't tell me. Later, she frequently modeled for him, again without my knowledge. Her company was in Shanghai, so she often traveled there, citing reasons like business trips and meetings. I was used to it and had no suspicions. Then, for a while, she became unusually frequent about urinating, often getting out of bed in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. When she returned, she would put her phone under her pillow and even take it to the bathroom while showering. And all of this, I didn't suspect a thing.
One evening, my phone died, so I borrowed her phone to call my subordinates at work and assign tasks. During the call, I suddenly heard a notification tone. I glanced at it; it was one of those automatic notifications on my old Windows smartphone. The message read, "Did you get your period today?" It was signed "Liu Li." I didn't think much of it at first, because she had mentioned a few days ago that her period was late. After the call, I went to the bathroom. While squatting there, I kept thinking about it and something felt off. We'd been dating for five years, and I was certain she didn't have any friends, classmates, colleagues, or relatives named Liu Li. And menstruation is such a private matter, not something to be discussed with outsiders. Just as I was pondering this, she called out, "After you're done in the bathroom, hang up your clothes..."
I was so oblivious; I hadn't even thought about it while hanging up the clothes. Then I felt a hard lump in a pair of pants I'd forgotten in my bag a long time ago and only took out to wash that day. I pulled it out and saw a business card that read, "Liu Li, X Photography Studio..." ~~~~~ Liu Li ~ Liu Li ~ Liu Li ~ Liu, you damn idiot! I turned and rushed into the bedroom to get my phone from her. She was startled by my hurried demeanor. I quickly composed myself and said I'd forgotten to assign an urgent task at work. I took the phone, dialed the photographer's number, and saw the message: "Calling out—Liu Li."
I felt my blood rush to my head. Even after a while, my fingertips felt numb. To avoid arousing her suspicion, I pretended to finish the call and returned the phone to her. After getting into bed, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Around 3 a.m., I quietly got up, took her phone from under her pillow to the bathroom, silently opened the text messages, and quietly returned the phone, afraid of waking her. I squatted in the bathroom and cried until dawn. I had actually forgiven her… My reason was: "Everyone makes mistakes when they're together for life. We've been together for so many years, and she didn't mean it. Things will be alright from now on. We're getting married anyway; we can live a good life after marriage…"
To clarify, my family runs a small business and is relatively well-off. I'm a mid-level manager at a company, earning above the average income standard set by the statistics bureau. I give her all my cards, and she's responsible for almost all the housework and managing her family. She was my high school classmate. Her father passed away early, and her mother raised her alone. Later, her mother was laid off. She has a strong personality and is quite frugal. She works for a national media group. She's very obedient and considerate, and her appearance would be a 7 out of 10 (lowered due to popular demand). However, perhaps due to losing her father at a young age, she has some fatal flaws in her personality, such as not knowing how to properly interact with the opposite sex and lacking paternal love. I'm also sorry I was slow to realize this.
For a long time afterward, I actively reflected on my own problems in our relationship. I took the initiative to care for her at home, did more housework, diligently did laundry, mopped the floor, gave her massages, poured her foot bath water, cooked different dishes, and started to try to be romantic. Whenever I had free time, I took her out, and we often had in-depth conversations. However, during these conversations, I clearly noticed that she was becoming distant from me...
After she finished showering and came out, I casually asked, "Who's Liu Li?" She answered fluently, "Liu Li is my colleague, the new one you don't know." I handed her my phone, but just as she picked it up, it rang. The caller ID said "Liu Li." She immediately stepped forward to grab the phone, but I jumped up and held her down. I answered the phone, saying, "Hello, where are you? I'm coming to talk to you." Unexpectedly, the other person seemed prepared, saying calmly, "What's the point of telling me? You talk to her yourself," and then hung up...
I cried all night...
Because she said that night she wouldn't contact me again, I didn't bring it up again. For six months, I tried my best to be a good husband. Although they were still in contact, I always thought that with time they would gradually fade away, and this chapter would eventually be over...
(There were a few times when the photographer deliberately provoked me, but I won't go into details to avoid giving away the truth. She even came to my workplace, saying she was delivering photos, including artistic portraits of her and him. For the sake of my family, I tolerated it...)
Things didn't go as planned. At the end of the year, she told me she was going back to the Shanghai headquarters. For the past six months, every time she wanted to go back to Shanghai, she had someone else handle the arrangements to appease me. This time, she couldn't get away with it and had to go in person. She even showed me a work contact form from the company, the kind with a red stamp, confirming it was indeed a company dispatch. I didn't think much of it, helped her pack her luggage, and saw her off at the airport. On the way home from the airport, we passed that photography studio, and on a whim, I took out my phone and dialed the landline number on the sign. "Hello, I'd like to see Liu Li." "Sorry, he's on vacation in Shanghai. If you want to find him, it's best to contact him later; he just boarded the plane."
... I! Damn it!
It was quite a coincidence. A younger brother of mine, a college student who had just been discharged from the army, returned to Shanghai to study at university. I used the money I had saved to work a summer job instead of going home, and stayed at the university. That year, the stock market was booming, and he stole a classmate's laptop to sell for money to speculate in stocks. He was caught and expelled from school. He secretly went to Wenzhou to work, where he met a female shoe factory owner and became her mistress. She also kept a mistress from the pancake-making province. He went out to collect payments, settling accounts in April for January's payments, and May for February's payments, profiting from the time difference by lending money at exorbitant interest rates. At that time, the coastal economy was doing well. But then tragedy struck; one of the factory owners died in a car accident, unable to repay his debts. He was discovered and, unable to make a living locally, came to our area, where he opened a so-called private customized photography studio
. I analyzed the photographer's personality: first, he's extremely greedy and unscrupulous; second, he's audacious and reckless; third, he's a swindler and utterly depraved. I concluded that he's definitely not a good person, and most likely he's cheating on my ex-girlfriend (at which point I had already decided to break up). Even if he isn't cheating, she wouldn't have a good life with this scumbag, and given his character, even if they got together, he'd be wary of her for life; her life would be miserable.
Some might say, "In that case, let your ex-girlfriend be with him and let her reap what she sows." But my true feelings were: I love him, and even if I can't be with her, I will do everything I can to protect her!
So I spent another night devising a plan…
She returned on the third day, and I went to pick her up at the airport. It was her grandmother's 80th birthday that day… The whole family gathered for dinner. I suggested taking Grandma home first, as it's the dead of winter and it's better for the elderly to rest early. Then I invited everyone to a karaoke bar. Once in the large private room, I picked up the microphone and announced my breakup with her. Her relatives were in an uproar, demanding an explanation. I tried to evade the question, but her mother spoke up: "I knew this man wasn't a good person..." She actually knew about him all along, haha... But it's understandable; she only has one daughter, so choosing a good family is understandable... So I handed the microphone to her mother, turned and left. That very night, I packed all her belongings and sent her back to her parents' home. Before leaving, I knelt down and kowtowed three times to her mother, saying: "Auntie, I'm sorry, I haven't taken good care of her these past five years..."
Later, according to her family, she didn't go home for the first two weeks, staying at the photographer's house. She finally couldn't take it anymore and went home for the New Year, bringing her so-called new boyfriend with her. Before she even entered the house, she was kicked out by a family of relatives.
When I went home for the New Year, I told my relatives and friends about this, without explaining why, because she was indeed very well-behaved and sensible, and my family liked her very much. They all blamed me for being immature and not appreciating her. Some family members even planned to go to her house to talk to her, but to avoid misunderstandings and ruining things, I had to tell them the whole story. The family's New Year's Eve dinner ended badly. I went out for a walk to clear my head. When I returned, I found my father making a fire in the garden, with two childhood friends nearby. When I got closer, I saw they had burned my wedding photos. When they saw me, they pulled me aside. The first friend, with bloodshot eyes, said to me: ………………………………… (To avoid getting in trouble, just know that any man would do this, and it's vicious, bloody, and violent—definitely not a joke). After hearing what they said, I laughed out loud, laughing until tears streamed down my face. I laughed because I thought they were all so old and still so childish, putting on this show on New Year's Eve. I cried because, at the very least, I still have a father who would give everything for me and brothers who would truly go to great lengths for me.
So I explained my plan: This guy, having finally escaped the mountains, has suffered so much setback, his personality is bound to be extremely narrow-minded and goal-oriented. The woman he went through so much trouble to win over certainly won't let go easily. What I did at her family's party, to protect my ex-girlfriend, was to embarrass her family and prevent this guy from ever entering her home. By pushing her away, the distance between them would disappear, the hazy beauty and the illusion he created would vanish, and the stark contrast between my pampered life and this vulgar man's life would gradually create a rift between them. Pulled apart by both sides, a breakup would be inevitable. But this guy definitely won't give up easily. With my ex-girlfriend's looks, she'll certainly have no shortage of suitors. Knowing her as I do, she absolutely can't handle this kind of change and will definitely seize the opportunity to find a new boyfriend. The photographer will continue to relentlessly pursue her, and this new boyfriend will certainly not have my good temper…
After listening, my father nodded and said, "If you don't care, then it doesn't matter. It's a pity we were so good to her, sigh." ...
(href="http://9977666.com">AV actresses) My two best friends weren't so calm. They punched me and said, "Are you even a man? You can lose weight with this kind of temper? We look down on you..."
Later... Later... Later...
Later... The pain of letting go lasted for half a year. I couldn't bear to wash the pillow that smelled of her, and I would often cry all night while hugging that pillow. Okay, I admit I'm really not manly...
I've really forgotten about this...
A while ago, the General Secretary proposed launching a decisive battle against poverty, and we actively responded, following the leaders to the countryside for poverty alleviation. When we arrived at our assigned village, the Party Secretary took us to visit several impoverished families. On the way, he told us about one family, saying it was a pity: their son had been admitted to a university in Beijing, and after graduation, he did business in the provincial capital, made some money, found a girlfriend, but she cheated on him. He was furious and confronted her, even hitting her. Later that night, several young men severed his tendons in his hands and feet, his business collapsed, and he spent all his money on medical treatment… (This was probably their version of events). Being the clumsy person I am, I asked, "Is his name Liu Li?" The Party Secretary was surprised: "You know him?" Realizing my slip of the tongue, I quickly explained: "No, I don't know him. I saw him on the poverty alleviation list…"
I can't even describe how excited, happy, and exhilarated I was! I made an excuse to go to the village committee office, saying I didn't like the villagers' houses being clean. I ran to the village committee's small shop, spent twenty yuan on a pack of the best cigarettes (twenty yuan was considered the best cigarettes in the area) to celebrate. Back home, worried it might be someone with the same name, I made up another excuse, saying I needed to create a file for a poverty alleviation household and needed their ID photo. When I got it, it really was him... Hahahaha!
As for my ex-girlfriend, we lost contact after that. I never attended my high school reunion again. The day before yesterday was Qixi Festival (Chinese Valentine's Day), and as a single person, I let my subordinates celebrate while I stayed to work the night shift. Around 8 pm, my supervisor's official Weibo account received a work-related private message. The sender's name looked like my ex-girlfriend's QQ name, so I clicked on it out of curiosity. Sure enough, it was her! I learned that her mother had passed away a few years ago, she married a soldier, and they had twins. She's very happy. I wish her all the best!! !

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