That hat is so green!

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Divorce is a form of liberation. Although I, like those "tall, rich, and handsome" men, once had a beautiful and enviable love and marriage history,

Lin was a perfect woman, almost flawless. We met on an entertainment program called "Meet on Saturday." Many people might think it was just a show designed to boost ratings, but the happiest days of my life truly began that special weekend. Everything is so vivid in my memory
. Lin was 26 years old that year. When she appeared on stage, dressed elegantly and radiantly, all the male guests were captivated. The moment she removed her mask, the entire audience erupted in cheers. Lin stood out. Her fair and radiant skin, delicate and full face, gentle and melodious eyes, and tall, voluptuous figure exuded an indescribable charm from head to toe. Her smile was breathtaking; she was simply an ethereal beauty, truly captivating me instantly.

Lin stood gracefully in the center of the stage, appearing slightly shy. But as she gradually shed her inhibitions and sang her heart out, bringing the entire audience to a climax, I was stunned. Her voice was still as sweet as ever. I was even more convinced that she was the angel I had been searching for. Fortunately, at the end of the show, I actually became one of the most outstanding male guests, and Lin accepted my hand. To this day, I can still recall her shy and reserved expression. She said to me shyly, "I like honest, kind, and healthy men. Your IT profession is also very good." That night, I was so excited I couldn't sleep.

My relationship with Lin began so dramatically, and I admit it was a memorable prologue to my life. Countless times I picked her up from work and took her home, countless times we went to the movies and shopping, countless candlelight dinners—my passion was boundless. Although Lin herself was a senior executive at a foreign bank, and her parents lived in Australia, her privileged background and exceptional taste made me feel somewhat inadequate. But I worked even harder, setting new goals for myself to create romance and win her heart. Day after day, I found myself increasingly infatuated with Lin. She was not only beautiful but also so intelligent, kind, and understanding. Almost every night before bed, I would imagine that scene: on a grand and sacred wedding stage, Lin, wearing a pure white and elegant wedding dress, like an angel, gazing at me with tender affection, letting me place the wedding diamond on her finger, our passionate kiss moving everyone present.

Although many men were also pursuing Lin at the time, perhaps Cupid was moved by my sincerity, and a year later, Lin and I got married. My dream finally came true.

Becoming Lin's husband, I endured countless stares and whispers. Friends, family, colleagues, neighbors—almost everyone who met Lin was filled with envy and jealousy. But these things didn't bother me. The key was the immense joy Lin brought me. To this day, I can still vividly remember every detail of our wedding day. On the red carpet, when Lin's father handed his daughter to me, his eyes welled with tears as he earnestly said, "My child, you deserve our daughter's blessing. We believe in you."

Perhaps Lin truly loved me; she didn't want me to feel too much pressure, so she suggested we live with my parents in a three-bedroom, two-bedroom apartment. While it was spacious enough for two generations, it was truly remarkable for a marriage like ours. We didn't buy another house, only a Mini Cooper, a car Lin loved. Lin also had considerable savings; she felt the money could be saved for the future, for when our child moved abroad.

People say marriage is the grave of love, but Lin and I got along very well after our marriage. We often did the romantic things we did when we were dating, and of course, a harmonious sex life was indispensable. She had a strong sex drive, and I could satisfy her every time. You could say that, except for those special days, we were passionate almost every day. I knew how to please her, and she was always in a particularly good mood after we made love. Once, after we finished, she lay comfortably in my arms and told me that she wanted to have a baby with me. Whether she was serious or not, I could completely feel that she truly loved me.

It's been several years since Lin and I divorced, and I don't even know what she's doing now. We're like strangers; even if we bumped into each other, we probably wouldn't even say hello. Such a beautiful marriage came to an end in less than six months. Who could have imagined it? I couldn't face it, so I destroyed all our wedding photos. Any single picture of me with her would cause me unbearable pain; the wounds wouldn't heal, and the memories would only intensify the agony. I wish I had never met that woman. I loved her so much. What happened afterward was a memory I couldn't bear to recall.
My honeymoon with Lin was spent in the Maldives six months after our wedding. It was postponed because I was busy preparing for my promotion. We each took our honeymoon leave and enjoyed a wonderful 10-day stay in that paradise. Shortly after returning home, Lin went to the International Maternal and Child Health Hospital for a pre-pregnancy checkup. She really wanted to have a child.

It was such a blissful day, but...

that day was Lin's ovulation day. Before leaving, she specifically asked me to book a room near our home before going to work. Actually, the soundproofing in our house wasn't bad; with people upstairs and downstairs, sex wouldn't disturb the family. Lin wanted it to be more intense, which coincided with my own thoughts. We both knew that passionate sex could help with conception.

That day happened to be the same day the company was holding a press conference for its new product, and there would be a celebration banquet that evening at the Lujiazui Riverside Hotel. I knew about this a few days ago, but I didn't think that leaving work a little later wouldn't affect my plans with Lin, so I didn't care too much.

Speaking of which, I have to mention someone, my vice president, Li Jun. Li Jun is in his early forties, holds two doctoral degrees, and gives off a completely handsome and approachable vibe. He has always been very caring and supportive of me at work; you could say he's my mentor. This promotion was due to his third recommendation to headquarters. That morning, when Li Jun saw my beaming face, he was very direct.

"What's got you so happy? Did you win the lottery?"

He said jokingly, like an older brother to me. Before I could even speak, this incredibly charming man continued, "You better watch out tonight. Almost all the bigwigs from Beijing headquarters are here. I raved about you at the board meeting, so you'd better give me some face. Now that you're a director, you need to be mindful of your manners."

They say a successful man should have a good wife at home and a good boss at work. What more could one ask for in life? It seems I have both. Hearing Li Jun say this, I felt incredibly warm inside and immediately handed him a Brazilian cigar that I had specially "bribed" him with.

"Boss, don't worry, the banquet is just a formality. The key is that I'll give you a more satisfactory answer in future work."

"Very good, that's the kind of person I've been looking for! By the way, why don't you bring your wife along to the banquet tonight? I've heard a lot about your wife, you're quite the ladies' man, it's time to let everyone see her."

"Oh, oh, okay."

I answered somewhat reluctantly, agreeing without thinking, and then regretted it. I didn't think much of Li Jun's brotherly words and his audacity, but I was worried about something else. I knew Lin never liked social occasions, and it wouldn't be good to force her to come, but if she didn't come, I wouldn't be able to give Li Jun face.

As soon as I left the vice president's office, I immediately dialed Lin's cell phone, and to my surprise, she agreed immediately. Seeing my hesitant manner on the phone, she said...

"Honey, how could I be unwilling? I know you're shy, so what's wrong with letting your wife give you some encouragement?"

"You really want to?"

"Silly girl, how could I ignore such a rare occasion? Don't worry! I'll make sure you look presentable. Remember to give me a good lunch, you still have chores to do tonight."

"..."

"What are you grinning about? Oh, by the way, why don't you pick me up at noon? There's a new steakhouse that just opened; everyone who's tried it says it's great. It's right across from Longemont. After we eat, I want to pick out a suit for you. Don't keep wearing the one you wore at our wedding."

"Okay, it's settled then."

After hanging up the phone, the unease I felt vanished, replaced by a surge of excitement. Maybe it was vanity at play, but I was convinced that taking a wife like Lin out would be incredibly glamorous.

After lunch, at Henglong Plaza, Lin chose a German suit worth 3,000 yuan. When I tried it on, she was absolutely thrilled, praising how handsome I looked. I was a little reluctant to part with it, but I was incredibly happy, as if I had rediscovered that dashing young man I once was.

Lin left work early. She said on the phone that she would get her hair done first, then rush home to prepare. I knew what she was going to do there. I know Lin too well. Lin is a very dignified woman. Even at gatherings with friends, she is willing to spend a lot of time on her appearance.

However, I was also very busy that day. I had almost no free time for the entire afternoon. The press conference ended in the evening. Lin was already waiting for me downstairs. The moment she stepped out of the car, I was completely stunned.

Lin stood not far away, smiling at me with pursed lips. I felt as if I were seeing her again on my wedding night. She was wearing a purple off-the-shoulder evening gown that hugged her voluptuous and tall figure. She was so elegant and graceful, so charming and beautiful. Her skin was as white as jade, her hair was styled in a bun, her eyes were full of affection, and her figure was so curvaceous that it was impossible not to be captivated. She was still so sexy. Under the dazzling diamond chain, her two large breasts pushed open the lace bustier with a slit, and the full, white, lustrous breasts in the middle were trembling unintentionally, showing off their irresistible fullness. A silver belt was casually tied under her breasts, and her lower abdomen was also full as if it were full of spring. Outside the dress were a pair of slender, fair legs with a hint of pink, and golden stilettos made them look alluring. So radiant, she was adorned with a long chiffon lace scarf, draped around her neck and hanging behind her back. I'm sure her bare back and shapely hips would make countless women envious.

Almost every man on the street seemed to be staring at Lin. Even I, with my wife whom I see every day, was momentarily lost in thought. A surge of superiority washed over me, but a hint of worry lingered. Her H-cup bra had always been a source of anxiety when choosing one; dressed like this, I was sure she had put a lot of thought into it for me.

When I snapped out of my reverie, Lin stood before me, glowing. She nestled against me like a little bird, taking my arm and confidently asking,

"Honey! Do you like it?"

"Uh..."

She kept her head turned, gazing at me intently, as if waiting for the perfect answer. But she was too perceptive; seeing my dazed expression, she immediately guessed my thoughts.

"Hmph, I knew what you were thinking, you stinky man. I'm wearing double protection, there's even a silicone transparent bra inside, what are you scare me about?"

"...Oh."

"Oh my god, tell me, do you like it or not!"

"I like it, I like it!"

"I knew you men all like it." "

? What do you mean men all like it!"

"Ha...look how nervous you are, okay, okay, I'm not kidding you anymore, but seriously, honey, your mom keeps patching this and that for me, look, it's only been a short time, and my butt has gotten a whole size bigger. When we got married, my back wasn't that big."

"A big butt means you'll have a son!"

"You're so mean, how dare you make fun of me."

"If you're shy, why are you wearing it? Really."

"What! It's all for you...this way we're a perfect match."

As I said this, Lin and I got into the car. As soon as she sat in the passenger seat, she put her hand on my already aroused crotch, stroking it, feeling it very hard and swollen, she was extremely happy.

"Look, you're already like that... Looks like you can't resist my charm... Never mind! You'd better behave yourself tonight, or I won't let you off the hook. Humph."

Lin is always good at creating atmosphere. Actually, she's the conservative type of woman, and she rarely interacts with men. Only with me does she have this kind of fun. At that moment, her hand was reluctant to leave that lewd place. She told me something.

"Honey."

"Hmm?"

"I don't know why, but I really want it on my ovulation days. Just now in the conference room, surrounded by men, I really wanted it, but you weren't there. It was so frustrating." "

Uh..."

Since we got married, she's liked to tease me with similar words. She understands me so well, knowing that saying those things will arouse me, and we've always been this romantic. Before starting, we kissed passionately, and she got wet down there. She changed her panty liner in the car.

But who could have imagined that would be the last kiss between Lin and me?

Thanks to the good road conditions, we arrived at the banquet venue just before nightfall. Although we had been whispering sweet nothings the whole way, Lin was good at keeping things interesting. After getting out of the car, she looked completely refreshed, like a self-possessed goddess. She held my arm with an elegant and poised demeanor. After signing in, we went to the banquet hall on the top floor.

Thinking back on everything, I can remember every single detail. Although I had worked hard in that group for several years, this was truly my first time attending such a banquet. Smelling the aroma wafting from the enormous hall, which could easily accommodate over a hundred people, I was amazed. It was the first time I had ever been to such a luxurious and prestigious place.

The venue was top-notch, the atmosphere was top-notch. At first glance, the luxurious grandeur was like a palace from an American TV series. The atmosphere was also first-rate. There were at least a dozen young waiters serving wine and tea, each one in their prime, with outstanding looks, and they could even chat with the foreigners present. Clearly, they were not ordinary young people who could handle such a job.

I admit, without Lin's company, given my humble mindset, I would have felt somewhat inferior in this kind of place. But with her there, it was different. Perhaps it was because she stood out so much, but with her by my side, I felt like I had undergone a complete transformation, basking in the glory. It's no exaggeration to say that Lin was the most typical "rich, beautiful, and successful" woman present, and the glances people gave me confirmed this.

Of course, I was still a little nervous. In terms of position, I judged myself, as the director, to be among the lowest-ranking people present. Having dealt with data my entire life, it was inevitable that I would feel somewhat awkward in this situation. Lin was very considerate; she kept encouraging me and reducing my nervousness.

"Honey, what are you waiting for? Let's find someone first. Li Jun should be here by now."

Actually, Lin only blurted out his name because she often heard him mentioned by me.
Li Jun, standing at 1.86 meters tall with a distinctive hairstyle, quickly came into view. He was holding a bottle of wine, standing not far away with several men, chatting and laughing. Speaking of those men, their demeanor and appearance were indeed extraordinary; they were exceptionally handsome and sophisticated. I vaguely recognized two of them. I

couldn't worry about that now. Since I was there, I had to at least give Li Jun face. I adjusted myself slightly and walked over with my wife. It

was a gathering of important people. I recognized the two men from the company's website: Guo Feng, CEO of the Beijing headquarters, and Qin Qi, CEO of the East China region. Surprisingly, they didn't give off any aloof or unapproachable vibe. On the contrary, they seemed quite cultured. In just a few words, I, a nobody, quickly joined them on technical topics. I felt great, but I knew my wife had played a significant, albeit subtle, role.

I'm very sensitive to this. After seeing Lin, only Li Jun and that General Manager Guo seemed normal. The others' eyes immediately became strange. Although they still maintained their elegant demeanor, something felt off. Their gazes shifted, their tone softened, and they started showering her with praise, then tried to strike up a conversation with her, sometimes mentioning their wives, sometimes international luxury brands, as if they understood women very well, yet also as if they were ignoring my presence. To be honest, I was definitely bothered, but I understood that if you bring your wonderful wife out, how can you expect to be ignored? I just had to pretend I didn't see her. Fortunately, Lin is a woman of both beauty and wisdom. She was poised and dignified, seemingly responding to them, but her words were concise and tactful.

When the topic turned to children, Lin became less reserved. She seemed very happy, telling them that we were expecting a child and that I would definitely treat them to celebratory eggs. Li Jun spoke up, leading the way with a toast, acting like a big brother.

"Little Wang, you're planning to become a father! You'd better keep up the good work!"

"Yes, yes, don't worry, Mr. Li, I won't let you down."

To be honest, hearing that really made me feel good. My wife loves me, my boss cares about me, what more could I ask for? While those high-ranking officials were fawning over Li Jun and wishing Lin and me well, I felt a surge of pride and forgot everything else.

Everyone went to a VIP room on the side of the hall. A huge European-style dining table was fully equipped with oysters, lobster, steak, king crab, red wine, and so on. I heard that many more delicacies were being prepared. At that time, Lin and I were present, along with Li Jun and other high-ranking officials from various regions, as well as their wives. Clearly, this was the most prestigious room. Except for two officials from headquarters who were not present, almost everyone was there. Li Jun said that his wife had gone to Las Vegas, otherwise she would have come too. His wife was no ordinary woman; she was the head of the cashier department.
The door closed, and just imagining the scene was incredibly glamorous. I never imagined I'd be dining with these people; I only thought my future was bright. Alcohol is good, but Lin wouldn't let me touch it, saying I could only have fruit wine at most. I can't blame her; I'm too weak-willed. After drinking, I'd definitely be drowsy, and I wouldn't have the energy for the physical activity we'd be doing together, especially since I had to drive later. Lin tactfully explained to them that I couldn't hold my liquor, and if I insisted, she'd just drink a little for me.

No one would embarrass me; they were all willing to give my wife face. In Chinese social situations, my withdrawal was easily granted. I thought Lin and I would leave soon. But

then Li Jun gave me a task. He said that for such a grand celebration, we needed aged Lafite, and he didn't trust anyone else to fetch it from his office, so he wanted me to make the trip. It would only take an hour round trip. Li Jun was very tactful; he directly consulted Lin. Lin agreed, though she smiled helplessly.

"Honey, do you want me to come with you?"

"No need, eat something first, I'll be right back."

"Okay."

I knew that if Lin wanted to go, she wouldn't have asked. It was probably because her heels were too thin and high, making it inconvenient to walk. I completely understood her. Besides, in situations like this, it's more aristocratic to let the lady stay.
I kissed Lin's soft, white earlobe and left. She told me to drive slowly, but wanting to get back quickly, I kept pressing the accelerator. The roads were congested, and it took me a full half hour to get back to the company. Li Jun's wine collection was vast; his office was practically a wine cellar. I finally found the bottle in a rather strange place. On the way back, worried that Lin might have been waiting too long, I called her. I assumed she hadn't heard the ringtone and that's why she didn't answer, so I didn't call again. The faint fragrance lingering in the car was Lin's, a scent that was intoxicating. I was completely absorbed in the romance of the evening, in a wonderful mood.

I really didn't want to relive what happened afterward. Believe it or not, that was my true experience, a nightmare that haunted me for a whole year.

When I returned to the club, the private room was empty, except for a table full of leftover food and drinks and the pervasive smell of smoke. Lin disliked men smoking the most, yet those men were still doing it. I was furious. I cursed Li Jun in my heart for making me rush off to get the drinks, and now it was all over.

Just as I was completely bewildered, wondering where everyone had gone, a hand touched my shoulder from behind. I turned around abruptly, and there she was. It was Xiao Yi, the finance manager. This girl, like me, had just gotten married that year. She was usually quiet, so she wasn't very popular at the company. She looked at me with a very strange expression, her face flushed, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't say anything.

"What's wrong, Xiaoyi?"

"..."

"Where are they? Have you seen my wife?"

"..."

"Weren't you here the whole time?"

I asked her repeatedly, but she just couldn't say anything for a long time. Finally, she took out a phone, gestured a few times on the screen, and wrote a few clear and simple words: 56a.

"What's this?"

"Think about it yourself."

After saying that, she sighed and turned to leave, disappearing in an instant. At that time, I didn't have time to play riddles with her. I only wanted to call Lin first.

The phone still didn't go unanswered. I immediately dialed a second time. Just as Lin's favorite ringtone played for the second time,

"Hello!"

Good heavens, it was a strange man's voice, deep and resonant. I couldn't tell who he was. I completely assumed it was a erroneous number, hung up, and dialed again, but he still answered.

"Hello?!"

"You...who are you?!"

"Looking for your wife, right? Call back later, she's busy."

"What?! Busy?! Who are you?! Why are you answering her call?!"

"Enough with the nonsense! I already said, your wife is busy right now!"

I remember very clearly that's what the man said, in heavily accented Mandarin, his tone extremely impatient.

I was really anxious; I didn't even bother to guess what he was saying. Just as I asked him the same question again, and he completely lost his temper and started cursing at me, telling me not to call again, another sound came from the phone—an extremely offensive sound. It was a bit far away, but I still heard it.

Woman: Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhh! You guys are so amazing! Ahhhhhh! I can't take it anymore! I can't take it anymore!! Ahhhhh (Man: ...Hmm?! Arrived? Hmm?! ...Hmm?! Arrived?...Arrived?! ...Hmm?! Coming out again?! Hmm?! ...So many?! Hmm?! How come there are so many?! Hmm?!) ...Don't ask! Don't ask! Ah!

~~

...

I remember that on the eve of my departure, Lin said tenderly, "Honey, drive carefully, I'll wait for you to come back." She loved me so much and cared about me so much. She was so indifferent to other men. She even wanted a child so much, wanted the fruit of our love.

I replayed everything that happened that night in my mind. I tried to calm down, but the stranger's words haunted me relentlessly: "Your wife is busy right now!... Busy!... Busy!" Each word was like a hammer blow, relentlessly pounding against my heart. I was going crazy.

I suddenly thought of Xiaoyi, her strange eyes, and that number. Was that girl really hinting at something? I didn't even have time to put down the expensive bottle of Lafite before rushing to the elevator to the 56th floor, to that luxurious suite area. Sure enough, the bronze plaque clearly read: 56a-w.

My heart pounded, almost pounding with each beat. I strode straight towards the room, still clinging to a sliver of hope that fate wouldn't be so cruel to me, that it was all a misunderstanding, a coincidence. I felt I'd have the answer soon. An elegant, dimly lit corridor, a long red carpet, and the room was at the end. But as I got closer and closer to my goal, until I stopped in front of the door, my thoughts were completely in disarray. I saw a delicate wooden sign hanging on the solid gold doorknob, bearing the English words: "Do Not Disturb."

Panic ensued, or rather, I panicked even more. My heart was in my throat. The crucial point was that the faint sounds emanating from inside the door would allow any adult to guess what was happening there.
I didn't know why the door wasn't locked, but I didn't care. I went straight in, without considering the consequences.

The spacious, luxurious living room was illuminated only by a floor lamp—elegant. The room was empty, yet filled with a faint, strangely scented fragrance. The extremely unpleasant sounds of "Mmm...mmm...ah...ah...ah" were coming from the bedroom. The news was too much; even with the bedroom door closed, I could still vaguely hear the men's forceful roars and thrusts. It was too brutal; even the sounds of slapping and thrusting were deafening. The woman was practically having multiple orgasms, seemingly in ecstasy. I was certain anyone who came here would be overwhelmed.

Ha, looking back now, I was so stubborn. Even though I already knew the answer in my heart, I still clung to the unwavering belief that I wouldn't give up until I saw it all. It wasn't until I approached the sofa in the center of the room and saw the soaking wet panties on the coffee table that my heart shattered completely.

The panties really were Lin's. A new style with pink lace side ties, both straps were loose, and the wet, dirty panty liner was clinging miserably to the crotch.

I was devastated. I felt like the sky had fallen; I couldn't describe the feeling. It was anger, helplessness, and inferiority—a multitude of emotions swirled within me. I felt so inferior that I wanted to die. I really didn't know who those men were, what kind of charming men they were, that just foreplay had made Lin like this.

And that wasn't all. On the leather sofa and the surrounding carpet, I saw patches of colorless, odorless wetness everywhere, some even dripping down the edges of the sofa. Lin had clearly been brought to orgasm by them. Even I, her husband who lives with her every day, had never seen my wife climax like this! It was a complete mess, a cesspool of vaginal fluid. Lin's phone was on the windowsill some distance away. I remembered my conversation with that man not long ago. Ah, I almost understood everything. He had probably just tossed the phone there after making the call.

The commotion in the bedroom was escalating. The bed felt like it was about to collapse. She was truly enjoying herself immensely, almost constantly climaxing. Even as those men were fucking her, asking her if her penis was big, hard, compared to her husband's, and how many at a time was pleasurable, her incoherent words were heartbreaking. How many men in the world have the "honor" of experiencing this excruciating pain and humiliation firsthand?

Breaking into that bedroom wasn't difficult, but I was afraid. I was afraid of witnessing that ugly reality and not being able to bear the shock. I was even more afraid of losing her. Whether she was drugged and raped or did it for some other reason, once I got in, I knew the marriage was probably over. But I was unwilling to accept it. I had to find out the truth and get to the bottom of it. My last bit of rationality was completely consumed by anger. I didn't even call the police first, nor did I take out my phone to prepare to film. Just as she seemed about to have her period again, I pushed open the tightly closed bedroom door.

Years have passed, yet that horrific scene still frequently replays in my memory. It was so ugly, so utterly devastating. On the soft, large bed, my wife's full, fair body was covered only by a gleaming gold chain. Five naked men, their five thick penises surrounding her, surrounded her from all sides. She was kneeling on one of them, with another straddling her from behind. Her breasts were being grabbed by both sides, and her full, snow-white buttocks were exposed, facing the door. What drove me completely mad was that, just before their affair was disturbed, I saw two penises simultaneously thrusting wildly in and out of her vagina. My God, could she take it? No wonder she climaxed like that; her juices flowed uncontrollably, gushing out with each shameless rhythm. Her labia were completely limp.

My God, wasn't I just inviting humiliation by going into that bedroom? I'd never seen anyone erect before, and now it was at a time like this.

Ah~ Ah ah~ Ah~ Ah~~ Kiss me, kiss me quickly, I'm coming! ~ I'm coming again! ~ Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ Hmm~ 　　Ah 　　~

... 　　"Husband! Listen to me... listen to me!" 　　"Bitch! Why is this happening? Why?" 　　I was hysterical. From our first meeting to our marriage, I had never been mean to her once, but at that moment, I really wanted to slap her hard. But when I saw the faces of those men, I was completely dumbfounded. The man who was embracing my wife, his penis still inside her, was actually the person I trusted and relied on the most. Li Jun! My God, just a short while ago he was sincerely wishing us well. Seeing me, he showed no sign of embarrassment, but instead became extremely fierce. 　　"Fuck, who let you in?! You really know how to pick your time!?" 　　He was completely different, leaving me utterly disoriented. And the other man, Guo Feng, the CEO of the Beijing headquarters whom I admired so much, was actually working with Li Jun on a double penetration. After pulling his penis out of Lin's vagina, he straddled the ground, glaring at me menacingly, as if I had ruined his plans. 　　"Get out! Get out of here!" 　　I couldn't react in time, but the other three men beside me released their grip on Lin's breasts and charged at me menacingly, pushing me out of that filthy bedroom and locking the door behind me. I couldn't even remember who they were; I only saw three wet, erect penises, covered in my wife's fluids. 　　The mix of love and hate, the mental anguish, truly made me numb. Even at that moment, I didn't think to call for help, to call the police, to let everyone witness this ugly truth. I just stood there dumbly in the living room, waiting. I heard her crying, heard her sobbing and shouting to those men that she didn't want a divorce. I wholeheartedly believed she would chase after me, explain, and beg for my forgiveness, but the bedroom door remained closed. 　　That night, I didn't go home. I wandered around like a zombie, not knowing how I would face the next day, the third day, and the future. Everything was shrouded in darkness; I felt as if I had lost everything. I deliberately kept my phone on, but it never rang. My mind was like it was filled with water, endlessly replaying my wife's words: "Honey, I want to have a baby for you. Okay?" I felt like I had gone completely mad.

I had indeed lost my job, and my wife had disappeared. Lin called me on the third day at noon. She filed for divorce, very firmly. She said she couldn't face me anymore, didn't expect my forgiveness, only hoped I could pull myself together and find new happiness. She was willing to leave cleanly, only asking that I not tell my family and friends the truth, to preserve her dignity. When I asked her why she did that, she said nothing.
Lin never appeared again. She moved, changed jobs, changed her phone number, and even had a lawyer handle the divorce proceedings. Single life returned to me. Looking back on those months, I felt like I had depression, almost completely isolated from the outside world. I was afraid they would ask about my wife, and I was even more afraid to go home, because everything in the house seemed to still carry Lin's scent.

I suffered terribly. Seemingly strong, I couldn't truly bear such a blow. But, several months later, Li Jun, whom I hadn't seen in a long time, gave me an even more unexpected "joy." In his MSN message, he wrote: "

I apologize for writing to you so abruptly.

I know it's meaningless, but I still want to be honest with you. As Ruolin's friend, I want to say that she truly loves you, and you are the only man she has ever truly loved.

Actually, before you two met, Ruolin and we had already started this kind of unusual relationship, but it was only a physical need, and everyone had their own lives.

It wasn't until you came along, until she decided to marry you, that she decided to have hymenoplasty. She really sacrificed a lot for you. But after the wedding, Ruolin still needed us. Except for those few special days, she still met with us at least three times a week. Because you couldn't actually satisfy her, she pretended to be sexually satisfied just so as not to hurt your pride. Even on the wedding night, when you were completely drunk, that five-star hotel bridal suite ultimately became a place of pleasure for us and the bride."

Ruolin genuinely wants to have a child with you. She loves you deeply and has always loved children. Once she made her decision, she repeatedly declined our invitations and decreased the number of times she met with us. She even considered leaving that unusual lifestyle altogether.

What happened that night wasn't what Ruolin intended. She had a few too many drinks, and those guys were in the mood, insisting on having sex with her. They attacked her from both sides, teasing and provoking her until she couldn't quell her desire anymore. She finally lost control.

Having said all that, I just want to tell you that Ruolin is an extremely charming woman, but she needs a man who truly loves and understands her to accompany her for life. Perhaps you are not suitable. I hope you can find yourself again and meet someone who loves you like Ruolin does. Take care. Reading

those words on the screen, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. Was I mocking myself, or did I suddenly realize something? I suddenly felt like I had been played, but who had played me? At that moment, I couldn't even describe it myself. She loves me, ah… Was she too ahead of her time, or too outdated? Was she too good at embellishing, or too slow to realize? I suddenly recalled many details from the past. It turns out Li Jun really wasn't fabricating facts. I was just too oblivious and too confident. If it was her well-intentioned nonsense, then I'd rather be the villain. I felt like I'd escaped, but then it felt like I'd fallen into another abyss. I even kept that letter. By writing down this unspeakable experience, I just want to warn everyone: don't trust women.

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