The days after I discovered my wife's "cheating"

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"There's no such thing as loyalty; loyalty is simply a lack of sufficient temptation. There's no such thing as righteousness; righteousness is simply a lack of sufficient incentive to rebel." Of course, we were definitely
on a date. And what we said was incredibly cheesy. That day, my wife called and said she wouldn't be home for dinner; a friend was having a birthday party and she'd be back late.
How can I control myself and cherish the happiness I already have?
I promise it will never happen again; I will love you well, please forgive me. What should I say? I really want to cry. A man doesn't easily shed tears, but...
I can't believe it; my wife of five years of loving marriage has a lover
. I've been married to my wife for five years. We've always been very loving, and we haven't had a single argument in years. She works at a bank branch; she's intelligent, capable, and very
quick-witted . In recent years, thanks to her strong business acumen, she's risen to the position of deputy head of the branch, and business is very busy.
She's also been socializing more and more, which is normal for work. Plus, I'm quite busy myself, so I haven't noticed any problems between us.
One day, I wasn't too busy. I didn't have much to do at the company, and thinking it had been a while since I'd taken my wife out to eat, I drove to her workplace. Wanting
to surprise her, I didn't call. When I arrived, I parked across from her workplace. It was almost time for her to leave, so I didn't go inside and just waited for her. Just
then, I saw a Honda drive up in front of her bank. I didn't pay much attention, just glanced at it casually. Suddenly, I realized... My wife
got off the truck. I saw a middle-aged man roll down the window, and my wife bent down. The man whispered something in her ear, and my wife laughed and playfully hit him twice.
My heart sank, but then I thought maybe it was an important client, so I didn't think much of it. A little while later, my wife got off work, and I drove over. As soon as she saw
we were home, she didn't want to cook. I said, "You must be so busy, exhausted." She said, "No, I've been stuck at work all day, not even stepping outside." My heart skipped a beat.
I looked at her closely and saw that her makeup had been recently touched up, and although her hair had been freshly styled, you could
still see a slight messiness. "Why are you looking at me? Don't you recognize me?" my wife said playfully, playfully hitting me. I immediately thought of the scene I'd just witnessed—
my wife laughing and hitting that man… The man's appearance. I had no appetite for dinner, but my wife was so happy that she kept cuddling with me. Looking at her happy face,
I dared not think any further, my heart felt heavy and painful. When I got home that night, my wife was very enthusiastic and tossed and turned in bed for half the night.
In the following days, I paid attention to my wife's whereabouts, but for two or three months I didn't find anything abnormal, so I relaxed. Perhaps I was
just being paranoid. Just when I relaxed, I discovered something else that made me suspicious. I found that my wife had switched her phone to vibrate at some point, and there was a time when I was alone
and no one could take my place. Could I be so selfish? I don't like to rush things, and I won't do anything without thinking it through. Because of this, I've also
seen her quietly put her hand into her bag and hang up the phone when we were together, but I pretended not to see it. Sometimes I really want to open her bag and check it, but
I'm afraid if she finds out, it will affect our relationship. She used to just leave her bag lying around when she got home, but now she's very careful to keep it
within . Am I really at my wit's end? Suddenly, I remembered. Her SIM card was registered with my ID; if anything happens, they can definitely find out.
Thinking of this, I rushed to the telecommunications company, pulled up the phone records, and saw that there really was a problem. One number was contacting her very frequently. While she
was washing up, I saw a sticky liquid on the toilet bowl, and my anger flared up. Before, she would immediately soak her clothes in a basin after changing, but now we're probably
in contact every day, almost thirty times at most. Now that I have a clue, it proves I wasn't wrong. My next step is to catch them. The evidence was there. Although she was very
careful, there must have been moments of carelessness. One day, the opportunity finally arrived. That time, I returned home and found her bag at home, but she was nowhere to be seen. I quickly
opened the bag, took out my phone, and checked the text messages. It was the same number. In the messages, the man called her "my darling," and she called him "husband." The messages showed they had not only
rushed to her workplace but also borrowed a car from a friend, not daring to drive their own, and waited there until almost the end of the workday. Sure enough, after work,
the Honda arrived on time. My wife, looking radiant, walked out the door and got into the car. I followed them all the way to a hotel. From afar, I
saw their large car arrive, and the man half-embraced, half-carried my wife into the hotel. He kept leaning down to whisper something in her ear, making her giggle
. She playfully pinched the man's face. Watching them go inside, I felt as if my whole heart had been ripped out. Alone, I went to a restaurant,
opened a bottle of wine, and drank it all. The choking made my eyes water, and soon the alcohol hit me, making me dizzy. I called my friend to take the car away and
took a taxi home. It was almost 11 pm when I got home, and she still hadn't returned. I hadn't eaten much dinner; my stomach was churning. Soon, even the undigested food from lunch came up,
and I collapsed in the living room, too weak to get up. I vomited all over myself and the floor. Soon, I remembered nothing. When I woke up, it was already late at night. I was also
lying in bed, my head throbbing as if it were about to explode. Through the crack in the door, I saw my wife bustling about in the living room. My clothes had been changed, and I
had been cleaned. Looking again, it was past 2 am. I called her. My wife rushed in. She said I was awake, poured me a glass of water, and brought me some hangover medicine.
She scolded me, "Why did you drink so much when I wasn't home? Who were you drinking with? Can't you just stop drinking? It's bad for your health." I didn't say anything, my eyes
welling up with tears, my eyes reddening. During that time, I had truly forgiven her deep down, even though she was completely unaware. I thought she might be
busy and hardworking for me, but the words wouldn't come out. I only asked if we could talk sometime. I saw her body tremble slightly, and she laughed, saying, "We're
together every day, why do we still need to find time? It's not like we're talking about love anymore. We're an old married couple, what's there to talk about?" Then she went to tidy up the living room. Seeing her busy figure, I
really couldn't say anything.
Yes, we've been together for years, and gradually we've become... I ignored it. But I love her, she can't treat me like this. Who can I
tell? dare not tell my parents, afraid they'll be angry, and even more afraid my hot-blooded nephews and nieces will cause trouble for me.
After confirming my wife's infidelity, I've been suffering and planning...
Since knowing this, I've been living in misery. I still force a smile on the outside, life is so tiring, I'm even losing the will to live.
I looked very surprised, but didn't say much and got into the car. I said we should go out for dinner together that night, and she happily said, "I'm so happy, I'm tired from work all day."
Before, I had a happy family and a somewhat successful career. My colleagues are all envious of me. If people find out, how can I go on living?
What do? My mind is completely blank. Can anyone tell me what to do? No one can bear this. I think I should...
The man was crippled, but I have a family, parents, siblings, and a young child. My responsibilities in life are far more important than that.
After days of careful consideration, I decided to transfer all my family's assets first—that's the first step. Once everything is settled, I'll conduct a thorough investigation and leave. After
finalizing my detailed plan, I began to act. First, I called a classmate from afar, only telling him I was going to do some business and would be transferring
some funds to his company. After getting his approval, I started preparing. I planned to transfer the money and then use it to register another company. I
probably already knew about his situation. This was all told to me later by a nephew.
Then I would transfer the money to my aunt's house. That way, she wouldn't be able to find it.
With everything prepared, I talked to my wife. I said that my classmate's company in the south was doing well, but they lacked funds and wanted us to invest.
My wife said that was fine, but I needed to conduct an on-site investigation and show her the company's specific materials before I could decide whether to invest. These were minor details. (
After I got married, I forgot some old memories and neglected my love for her. Although I loved her, I rarely told her directly that I loved her, always thinking that was
enough.) My wife confidently handed over all the family's savings, and I agreed. She agreed, and it was all settled quickly. After everything was done, I felt empty inside. Looking at her carefree expression, I wondered how she would feel if she
knew all this.
In the days that followed, I frequently reported to her how great the growth was after the investment. Immediately afterwards, I also prepared to withdraw my investment. Seeing her
kept in the dark made me feel bad. One day, I suddenly asked her, "What if we lose everything?" She laughed and said, "Isn't money something people earn? We didn't
..." To be honest, I'm just too soft-hearted. Seeing her so trusting of me, I couldn't bear to deceive her. There were times I almost didn't want to tell her, but the words
stuck in my throat. I thought, "I won't say anything more; now..." I tried to treat her well. Every weekend, we would pick up the children from my parents' house and spend a happy
holiday , going to the park and shopping. Late at night, I would often wake up alone. Seeing her curled up beside me, fast asleep, I really couldn't bear to abandon
her.
A thought would well up in my mind: "Let it go. I won't confront her. I'll be more understanding and caring, making her feel the warmth of home. I'll just leave, like a passing
cloud ." I really didn't want my home, my children, to be hurt. The children are still young; if they were hurt, the consequences would far outweigh those on adults. I could always find someone else, but
what about the children? Sigh, staying at home for too long only leads to indecisiveness and anxiety.
Thinking about all this, I gave up a lot of things during that period to take care of my family. I would often hug... Looking at my wife, I deeply told her I loved her! Every time she
said that, I would never let her know about my invention.
I believed in the existence of unwavering, faithful love in this world. But this sentence made us think about what to do in this "city full of temptations." Just
as I was calculating how to forgive her, another thing triggered me. Originally,
I thought there was still a possibility of reconciliation. If that were the case, I would never have told her about my invention, to prevent that crack from appearing, only letting my heart ache.
I was thinking about how to tell her, so I said, "You guys go down first, I'll change my clothes and come down." After they went downstairs, I quickly called my wife, calling once or twice,
but she disappointed me again. That day was her birthday, and I bought her a piece of... I wanted to give her the watch at dinner that evening. I went to see her earlier that afternoon and invited her
for a candlelight dinner. But she insisted she had something to do and couldn't make it. I asked her if she really had something to do. She said yes, but avoided my gaze, awkwardly
clutching clothes. "Do you really have to go today?" I asked. She nodded. I said, "Okay, I'll go to my dad's for dinner tonight." I was so angry I wanted to slap her, but I
held back. I went straight to my dad's, ate dinner, played with the kids, and didn't plan to go home that night. Late at night, she called, but I didn't answer,
and after several calls, I simply turned it off. She called again, and I was afraid of waking my parents, so I went home with her. "Are you angry? I really have something to do, I'm sorry." I said, "
No, I just..." I was so tired I fell asleep here. Why didn't you call and tell me? I called but no one answered. It was really worrying; I thought something had happened to you.
When I got home and lay in bed, I didn't even have a nightgown. I was so angry I wanted to vent. I got up and went to the bathroom, and I saw it lying
there; she'd forgotten about it in her haste. In a moment of impulsiveness, I rushed into the kitchen, grabbed a cleaver, and went to the bedside. But then I remembered my lovely
child, and I softened. I went into the bathroom and turned on the cold water to shower. That's when my wife got up. She asked why I wasn't sleeping in the middle of the night. I said
I was hot and just wanted to shower. "Why are you taking a cleaver while showering?" she asked. "I...am I sleepwalking?" I laughed. "Go to sleep, don't bother yourself." Back in bed, she buried her face
in my chest, and I really wanted to kick her off. Impulsiveness is a devil, truly terrifying; otherwise, several loved ones would suffer tomorrow. Meanwhile, that person would still live
a carefree and life. I'm going to divorce her, handing my wife over to him; let them play out this tragedy. The next day, when my wife saw the watch I bought her, she impulsively hugged me, making
me put it on her wrist, saying, "I'm sorry, I really shouldn't have spoiled your fun." I said it didn't matter; as long as you're happy, that's my wish. I always drove her to work, and she
was reluctant to get out of the car.
Things had come to this point, so I had to hurry and implement my plan.
Since that incident, my wife has been coming home more often, and no longer coming home so late; except for necessary social engagements, she's mostly home. Every time... The city will cook some of my favorite dishes
and wait for me to come back. These quiet days conceal the world within my heart. To complete my plans as quickly as possible, I went south. After a busy day, I
fulfilled my wish. Walking alone along the riverside at night, looking at the Pearl River shrouded in darkness, my heart was filled with sorrow. I couldn't help but call home
, but no one answered. I called her cell phone, but it was off. Dejected, I returned home from the south and saw her radiant smile. I truly didn't know who she was happy for.
Watching her busy figure, I wanted to tell her I was leaving her. Every day I always wore the clothes she washed and ironed to the barbershop; who
will do these things for me now? Every day I walk through the barbershop, I always think that I will return today. Come on, when I can't come back, this house will belong to someone else. She'll go there and
call them out. They're still in frequent contact. I secretly read her text messages again, and I really wanted to beat him up. The content made me
want to kill him if he were in front of me. "My little darling and my beautiful curves, let me fall asleep peacefully with your cute little white rabbits as my pillow..." She replied,
"You're bad, you're bad, you're bad... I'll make you unable to get up." And "When I woke up this morning, your tongue was still lingering, your beautiful buttocks were still in my
arms last night, my life root still felt your warm hole temperature, I want your moaning song and the peak of your sweet dreams." She replied, "I'm waiting."
That beautiful next moment. "
My wife's affair was exposed, and I tried my best to protect her.
I was frantically pledging out the last of my shares, planning to be able to advance or retreat as needed. If she insisted on fighting me, I would give up and leave; if she didn't fight, I
would back the shares and continue my normal life. Just then, all my careful planning was ruined by a sudden stroke of fate. That night, I was having dinner with friends when my
nephew called me urgently, telling me to come over immediately. I met him in a rented room, and there were more than ten people sitting there, with machetes and
steel pipes on the table. I asked him what was wrong. "What's wrong with you? You're still living a good life, someone put a big hat on you, and you're still showing off. Come with me tonight,
let's chop him up. They're in a Honda in the western suburbs now." My head was spinning. I said, "You must have mistaken me for someone else. No way." Thinking to myself, "If I go,
all my plans will be ruined; something terrible is bound to happen." "You think I'm blind? You think I can mistake someone for someone else?" That guy's in construction, he owns a construction and installation company.
He'd asked one of my buddies to cover for him before. My buddy told me himself that his girlfriend was my aunt, which I didn't believe at the time, but after watching for a while, I caught him red-handed. "This
isn't the first or second time," he yelled at me. "I was prepared to call you today." I said, "If it's true, I'll handle it. Don't cause trouble." "What?
I'm asking you to come to the scene, and you're not going? You're a coward! If you don't go, I'll chop you up with one knife!" he said, picking up a machete. Looking at his red eyes, I
trusted he'd actually attack. "Fine, I'll go, but at least let me change my clothes and shoes." "Okay," he said, and soon brought shoes and clothes. This trip led to trouble.
Based on this relationship, the police... The first thing that's definitely confusing me is that this case is too easy to solve; I need to get rid of them.
Some might say I'm talking nonsense, but I won't. I've never taken my wife to karaoke rooms or nightclubs; I always felt those weren't places for women.
She answered the phone. The third time she finally answered, I told her her child had a high fever and she needed to come home. She said okay, she'd come immediately. I said I couldn't come right away; I'd go directly to the hospital. I could hear her panic and slight panting on the other end of
the line . I wanted to go and kill them, but I couldn't risk everything for a small thing.
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做上中巴，向西郊驶去。开到半道，那边盯稍的打德律风说车开走了。追以前，可他们很快的进了市区」媛甥气
的神情铁青，回来的路上他忽然说，老舅德律风给我用一下。我迟疑了一下，递了以前。他摁了(下，说泊车。下来
后，问为啥给她打德律风，我说我不想出事。他一会儿就把我的手机给摔了。一拳打了过来，我认为脑袋嗡的一下，
脸上就有液流了下来。他是体工队出身，练过散打。一拳接一拳，我倒在了地下，昏了以前。在醒来时已在病院里
了。
醒来后的我，很难熬苦楚，床边只有我一个侄女趴在那哭。看到我醒来她哭着问我知道谁打的吗。我说不知道，我
不熟悉他们。她要打德律风给她老公让他去立案，我果断不让。他是pol.ice ，我不想让他知道。只让给我老婆打了
个德律风，告诉她我在病院里。过了会，她赶了过来。一看我躺在那边，她哭了，问我咋回事，她归去看孩子好好的，
再给我打德律风就不通了，她又去邻近病院去找我也没找到，赶上街去找，担心别出车祸，接到德律风赶紧就过来了。
我没说啥，只说今有人打德律风说我爸要带孩子去看病，家没人托他给我打德律风让我赶紧以前。我与你说让你先以前，
我一会就到的。不想半道被人堵住了，挨了顿胖揍。我也不熟悉人家，也不知道为啥。
这夜我们都没说啥，她与我侄女一路在床边关照着。我看她坐在一边愣愣的发着呆，不知道在想着啥。看她那
纷乱的头发，发皱的衣裙，我就像吃了颗苍蝇一样。反正我们要离的，不想管她了。
过呀。我不克不及让亲工资我苦楚。
老婆下昼过来了，炖了汤带过来给我喝。下昼她也没去上班，在我面前我看到她的德律风震动了起来，她没接，
连续(次她?伊耍堑侣煞缯昭讨吹脑诙罄此纱喔厣狭恕ｎ宜的阏σ唤拥侣煞纾狄桓龃虼淼摹ｉ?br />午就与他说打错了还打过来。
对于她的所说我不认为然，昏昏的睡去了。一觉悟来，听见她在阳台上打着德律风，她在说是不是你干的，听口
气她在与人在争吵，我知道她肯定是与那男的在争执。我听出，她认为我的被打与那人有关，认为是他找的人把我
给打了。我闭上眼，不想让她知道我醒了过来。
再后来，她坐在那边看着我，眼泪一个劲的往下掉落。看到我展开眼后，问我你恨我吗。我没说，她哭了，说我
知道你已经知道了，我对不起你，别如许对我好不，我想与你说措辞，我看着她一脸的漠然。我爱你，别抛下我好
吗我求你了，她向我诉说。
以前他只是她的一个客户，大没有深交。两年前我分开了单位，自个开端创业。可我资金有限，同伙邀我合股，
我没钱。她在单位调用了公款，告诉我是贷的。时光一长，要的补上。在这时刻，他与她交往中得知了，主动拿出
了钱给她补上了，她很感激他，交往的就频繁了。最终在他的进攻下，进入了男女关系，本来她想把钱还给他后就
再也不交往的。可他的温柔让她陷了进去。天天都在与她接洽，让她隔舍不了，她天天都在自责中生活。我知道错
我真的眼泪下来了。我爱她，可她在欺骗了我。我宁愿过住平淡的生活，也不肯如许。我没理她，接下来的日子我
出了院，回到了家，我们开端了分家。我也不鲜攀理她，天天她老是把家整顿好，给我洗好衣服，做好饭，我老是不
那人笑着调过车头开走了，我老对弈在那边，用手抚了抚有写狼藉的秀发注目着远去的车影回身进了银行内。我当
那么大了咋还给小孩似的让人担心。她在一句句的责备着我，我真想大骂她一通以解我心头的怒火。
过了不久，房子让渡给了别人，她只好回了娘家。这时代我知道了，那汉子曾找人要干我，可一找人一据说我
是三的老舅，就告诉了他，他一据说吓的跑到外埠躲了起来。他的公司在本地已找不到市场了，我外甥放出话谁让
也是一无所有吗，那还不是照样过，你今怎么滚滚的问这干吗，我默不作声。
他接活就废了谁。他老婆把家产都把住了，一夜之间卷走家当与一个小伙跑了。他老婆是在他公司掌管着财务的，
第二天我大姐过来关照我，我不许他们与家里白叟说。姐狡揭捉都哭的通红，我一想真要出事的话，我们家还咋
理她。我要分开了，再也不回来了。我回到了父母家，她哭着求我分袂开她，我爱你爱这个家，别抛下她。
对于深爱的老婆出轨，我本身的一些检查…
住呢，去她妈家，照样去那人家，肯定要去她家了，那人是有家的，决不敢那么大胆带回家。每个月我照样去把话
她家里知道后，很悲伤。他爸气的住进了病院，她妈老了很多，接着我们办潦攀离婚。没过多久她妈忽然给我打
德律风，说我老婆吃了安眠药。我赶紧赶了以前，在病院我看到她洗胃时的那种苦楚，我真的好难熬苦楚。在病院的走廊
里，她妈一会儿给我跪了下来。我求你把她领归去吧，她知道错了看在我们老的面上谅解她吧，她爸在家躺着，我
实袈溱是受不下去了，我的眼泪哗的流了下来。在今后的日子里我常去她们家看望她们，她老爸明显的身材好了起来，
已经能下地走动了。我怕她们家真的要家怪杰亡的，她是独女如有了事，父母可咋办呀。如今每到周末我都带着孩
子去她们家过，我真的怕有什么闪掉。她老是在我去时，当心亦亦的。我真的不知道今后的日子该咋过。
昨一夜没睡好，不是我太寡断了。你们知道吗，当我看见孩子与她在一路，在她身上爬来爬去的嘻闹着，那种
去过很多。立时的伙伴爱打爱闹的，有的吃上了go-vern-ment饭，有的走上不归路。我决不会为自个一时的高兴而
走长进路的。
在她分开的日子里，我与她沟经由过程谈了很多次。我也检查自个有啥做不到的处所。
她本身不是个坏女人。她没有那种娇生惯养，工作尽职尽责，家里能筹划。当初相爱时，也是爱的要逝世要活的，
给过我很多的赞助。想起这些，心境似乎又回到了当初那种甜美的时光。
拍马子时说的。婚后在一路逛街少了，游玩少了，少的工作太多了。不像那时一天见不到都在挂念着。没有对她的
Sponsorship only leads to demanding her love.
My wife's beautiful face, slender figure, youthful vitality, and the temperament cultivated over the years made her easily targeted by that man. He conveniently sponsored her at
a suitable opportunity, creating a chance for him to get close.
My wife talked to me about it; initially, she was wary of him, only maintaining normal acquaintances. That man was too patient; under his persistent pursuit, and because I owed
him a favor, our relationship went beyond ordinary. I intended to repay him and end it, but I ended up falling for him. That man is very good at making women happy. Some things I've said,
I think about now, but it's necessary to take my wife out for karaoke and dancing occasionally. I haven't given her much over the years, yet I've asked too much of her. I'm thinking of waiting
some time before making any decisions; in this day and age, I should spend more time with her . She should go for a walk and give her more love. Before, even when she had nothing to do, she would hang out with her friends and
hang out with her companions. Everyone says wives are too annoying, always complaining about their own troubles, never considering their wives' feelings.
Postscript:
Someone is right, knowing this will make it difficult to have sex with my wife. That man was very skilled; he carried her upstairs. He fed her, spoiled her. He even rented a house specifically
for dates, and when he was happy, they would go to a fancy hotel. Just thinking about them having sex in hotels, in the suburbs, or in cars makes my heart ache. That
man even boasted to a card-playing friend that his girlfriend was very easy to play with, the most satisfying. I heard all this later when I inquired about him, but no one else
seemed to recognize it.

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