The other woman's wife

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What defines a good man? At first, I thought absolute tolerance was a sign of a good man, so I accepted her, a non-virgin, despite having never had sex. Later, I realized I was wrong; I was, at best, a foolish man. I loved her, I pampered her, I was loyal to her, and my expectations of her weren't high. As long as she loved me and was loyal, I would be content. But whether my thinking was too naive or she disappointed me too much, I found that such a simple expectation turned into a fatal disappointment…
Today is my birthday. I got drunk on my way home, without anyone helping me up or offering any loving reproach. This is the first time in so many years I've had a birthday like this. Just yesterday, we divorced. I don't understand, I really don't understand why. The vows we made back then have become unattainable lies.
We were from the same hometown. After graduating from university, we met, fell in love, and got married while working hard in Xiamen. Before the wedding, she told me she wasn't a virgin. She said that a boy she met in university forced them to have sex. Hearing this, my heart ached. The woman I loved so deeply wasn't virgin. I was sad, but without much hesitation, I told her, "I can forgive you for what happened before, but there can be no betrayal after we're married." Because I love her so much, I really do, and I didn't want to ruin my life's love because she wasn't a virgin, even though neither of us had ever had sexual experience. I still can't understand how I could be so righteous back then.
I still remember her crying in front of me, promising to be a good wife and love me dearly. So, I ignored my mother's objections and married her. Little did I know that my sincere love would bring me unforgettable pain...
Three years after graduation, I've finally started to make a name for myself at an internet company. While my annual income isn't as high as some of the CEOs, it's still over 100,000 yuan a year. For someone from out of town working hard in Xiamen, achieving this in three years is rare. Despite my career success, my love life is a blank slate. It's not because I lack external advantages, but because I come from a rural area, I feel immense financial pressure. So I've focused all my energy on work, hoping to provide for my parents back home. However, I've become oblivious to the fact that I'm getting older, and my parents want me to settle down. Like many parents, they want grandchildren. Actually, many eligible girls like me, but I don't feel anything for them because they're all from out of town. Like my parents, I want to find someone from my hometown to settle down with, but in a city like Xiamen, finding someone from your hometown who also matches your taste is incredibly difficult.
Perhaps it was fate that brought me together at the Qixi Festival cross-strait hand-holding party in Xiamen. She was beautiful but not seductive, and more importantly, she was from my hometown. On that special day, we, wandering far from home, seemed to find a sense of security and support. We quickly became a couple, and love was blissful. During that time, I truly fell deeply in love with her. Until one day, she told me, with tears in her eyes, that she wasn't a virgin and asked if I still wanted her. To be honest, I was stunned. She seemed so pure. To avoid hurting her again, I forgave her. When I went home for the Spring Festival, I brought her home. My parents were beaming with joy. Seeing them happy made me feel much more comforted…
After we got married, she initially said she didn't want to work, and I agreed, letting her stay home and focus on managing the household. Later, she said she was too bored and wanted to go back to work, so she went back to her old profession. She's very beautiful, and to be honest, I'm also quite scared. I often hear or see things like "the shelf life of love," infidelity, and one-night stands, and she frequently visits a dating website called Saike.com, so even though I'm very busy with work, I always make time for her. Even when I'm away on business trips, I call her every night. I celebrate our wedding anniversary monthly, sending her 11 roses each month, and even if I'm out of town, I ask a friend to deliver them to her office. Every year after the Spring Festival, I take her on a trip. I can't help it; this is the only time of year I can spare a significant amount of time for her. I've done everything I can for her, so why did she still betray me?
In February, I went on a business trip out of town. It was supposed to last a week, but I rushed back after five days because I was afraid she'd worry if she didn't see me for too long. So, I wanted to be with her as soon as possible and surprise her by not calling her beforehand. I got home around 9 PM, but she wasn't there. The house was a mess, as if no one had cleaned it for days. As I tidied up, I started to feel uneasy. Where could she be so late? At first, I thought she was bored and went out shopping with colleagues, but out of concern, I called her.
"What are you doing, honey? Are you missing me a lot at home?"
"Yeah, I'm so bored and miserable being home alone right now. You never come back to keep me company. When are you coming back? I'll come pick you up..."
I hung up before she finished speaking because I felt like I was collapsing. I didn't even have the strength to speak; I just felt a chill in my heart. I decided to wait for her. I sat on the sofa in the living room, smoking and waiting for her (I'm a smoker, but I never used to smoke at home because she said she didn't like the smell of smoke). Around 5 a.m., I heard car noises outside for a while. Then she came in, turned on the light, and saw me sitting on the sofa. She was stunned, and I was stunned too. The expression on her face, that seemingly radiant look, didn't fool me. I grabbed her phone from her bag; it was full of flirtatious text messages between her and a man. I knew what she had done. Suddenly, it felt like someone was squeezing my heart, a suffocating pain. I didn't hit her, I didn't yell at her. Finally, I calmly said, "Let's get a divorce."
I told her, "Let's get a divorce. I know everything about you." She refused, just knelt before me, crying, begging for my forgiveness. She promised she'd never use Saike.com again. It was her fault; she shouldn't have believed a man's sweet talk. I didn't know what to do, truly. But out of male pride, I pushed her away. She ran crying into the kitchen. After a while, there was silence. I realized something was wrong. I rushed into the kitchen and found her cutting her wrists with a kitchen knife. Suddenly, I felt an intense pain, as if the knife had cut me. I rushed her to the hospital. Thankfully, I caught her in time; she wasn't in any life-threatening danger. I notified her parents; she was at the hospital. I asked them to come and take care of her because I didn't know how to face her. Seeing her was like seeing her naked, lying beneath another man…
Later, both sets of parents found out about it. Her mother wanted to kneel down and beg me to forgive her daughter, and my parents also told me to try and see if I could forgive her, saying that it was fate that we were born into the same family. Looking at her pale face, I softened. She wrote me a guarantee and promised to be absolutely loyal to me from then on. Actually, I didn't really believe her guarantee at the time, but I was really soft-hearted. I didn't want to see her and both sets of parents sad and upset, so I chose to believe her.
After I brought her home from the hospital, I told her I was going away for a while because so much had happened recently and I needed some peace and quiet. I went to stay with a classmate in Fuzhou for over three weeks. During that time, I didn't call home once; I only sent her a text message saying I was going away to calm down. I decided to forgive her because she had always been very good to me, my parents, and our family, and I was grateful to her. So I didn't want to give her another chance.
I don't know whether to be happy or sad. One night, she said she missed me and asked when I was coming back. I said a few more days. Actually, I didn't mean to test her by saying that, but after hanging up, I suddenly felt uneasy. Those unbearable scenes seemed to reappear before my eyes. Although I chose to believe her in my heart, my subconscious told me that I hadn't completely let go, because I had seen her frequently visiting Saike.com. I know that website is all about one-night stands... I decided to go back early, not to surprise her this time. My subconscious told me that I was going back to catch her cheating. That night, at 8:38 PM, I don't know if I'll ever forget that time.
I was sitting in a taxi at the entrance to the residential area when I saw her kissing a man goodbye in the car. The man even tried to grope her before she left. Seeing her reluctant expression, I was furious. I'd never seen her so reluctant to part when I was on a business trip. My heart was filled with jealousy and resentment, a forced sense of humiliation rising within me. I wanted to grab a knife and hack those bastards to pieces, but I don't know if it was because I wanted to appear gentlemanly or what, I asked the taxi driver to stop next to their car. I got out, knocked on the window, and politely said, "How about coming up for a bit? It's so inconvenient outside..." Haha, seeing their panicked state suddenly seemed so ridiculous. She ran out of the car, wanting to say something but then remaining silent. I knew she had nothing to say.
"You don't have to love me, you know? But you can't treat me like this again and again. It hurts me, you know? I'm a man!" I said with a smile, trying really hard to smile, but I couldn't help but slap her across the face in my anger... She stood there stunned. I didn't say another word to her, turned around and got back into a taxi, going to a college classmate's house that night. That night, he didn't ask me anything, because he and I were best friends. He could tell what had happened from my expression. We just kept drinking and smoking. When I woke up in the morning, I found myself lying on the floor, but there was an extra blanket on me. It turns out that friends can be so considerate.
We're divorced. This time it's really over. I'm divorced because of her, because of my disappointment in women. Even though she cried and begged me to forgive her every day at my house, and even attempted suicide by cutting her wrists again, I still insisted on getting a divorce. I originally intended not to give her a single penny during the divorce, but for some reason, I still gave her 200,000 yuan. I didn't want to see her in such a miserable state, but I really wanted to get revenge on her!
Love, what a sacred word. Although I don't know what makes a good man after marriage, I don't know what I lack compared to the man in the car. I've faced so many temptations since my marriage, but I've held on because I always had a sense of attachment, a sense of belonging. Whenever temptation came, I would see my wife's innocent eyes. I didn't want our family to have problems. I know how difficult it is to get married. But I never expected that the problems that didn't happen to me would happen to her. I really don't understand. I really don't dare to believe in love anymore. The first woman in my life has betrayed me again and again. A real marriage couldn't withstand a one-night stand online. I'm scared, really scared. I'm really scared. I don't understand why, why can't I have the kind of deep, unwavering love that my parents have for decades? And her explanation was simply, "I like surfing the internet. I shouldn't have gone to Saike.com. It's the website that ruined us!"
I'm really heartbroken after the divorce. I want to forget her and all of this, but the more I try to forget, the less I can. I regret being so gentlemanly back then, and I regret not acting like a shrew. If I had vented my anger and gotten revenge, I wouldn't be in so much pain now.
I've made up my mind. I'll get my revenge. I swear. I won't let him get away with this. As for her, although I hate her to death, I'm not going to look for her anymore. Because I feel that this man must have taken advantage of my vulnerability. The culprit isn't Saike.com, but this man. I despise men like that, and I'm going to teach him a lesson.
After drawing for over a month, I investigated everything about him. His wife happened to work at one of my classmates' companies. It was like a stroke of luck! I made a decision that I couldn't believe myself: I would seduce his wife and make him suffer the same pain I had.
His wife was a junior employee at that company, and she was quite pretty. She spent a lot of time online, so I added her on QQ and started trying to get closer to her. Through getting to know her, I discovered she was just waiting to cheat on me. This made me even more disillusioned with women. To gain her sympathy, I told her about my own experiences. She felt very sorry for me, saying that a good man like me was someone every woman could only dream of, and that my wife didn't appreciate it. Hearing this, I knew this slut had taken the bait. Honestly, I hate women like that—full of depraved thoughts, yet pretending to be as compassionate as Guanyin. Just thinking about it makes me sick.
Perhaps there's no true love left in society these days. Even if a wife acts like a virtuous wife and loving mother at home, behind the scenes, she'll do one bad thing after another. I know two women, and both of them are like that. What can I say?
In just one week, I tricked her into going to a hotel. I don't want to go into the details of how I did it; I admit I was despicable. But I didn't force her. I told her about my past, but I didn't mention that the man was her husband. In bed, driven by a strong desire for revenge, I made love to her fiercely. She seemed so excited and comfortable, constantly praising my vigor. Little did she know, I felt no physical pleasure, only the psychological thrill of revenge. This continued for over a week. The last time, we were even more intense because I knew we'd have a great audience, and I couldn't let her down. So, bordering on the perverted, I demanded she use every extremely lewd and obscene sexual position imaginable, trying every twisted method I'd only ever seen in porn, until she was exhausted and collapsed on the bed, motionless. I hadn't been this intense since the divorce; I guess it was the excitement of finally getting my revenge.
Humans are truly despicable creatures. I deliberately asked him to come to the hotel because I was still putting on a show with his wife at that time. When he arrived, his wife and I were in the rear-entry position, and both of us saw him at the same time.
When her husband saw me, his angry face suddenly turned ashen; I knew he recognized me. I didn't say much to him, but instead, I hugged his wife tightly and whispered in her ear, "He's the male protagonist in the story. If I could, I'd like to marry you!" I knew I wasn't speaking from the heart; I just wanted to deceive the person in front of me. What happened to her in the future was none of my concern, because she wasn't a good person at all, and I hated women like that.
Stepping out of the hotel and returning home, I didn't feel the joy I had expected. Instead, a sense of desolation and sorrow welled up within me—for myself, for men, for women, for society, and for so-called love.
I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. I picked up my phone and dialed home. My mother answered. I suddenly didn't know what to say. I knew in my heart that even if all the women in the world didn't truly love me, at least one woman truly loved me. As long as my mother was alive, I suddenly felt that all love couldn't compare to blood ties. So, I hung up the phone, packed my bags, handed in my resignation, and boarded a plane home. I would see my mother soon…

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