Desire led me to climb into my father-in-law's bed.

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I'm a rather stubborn woman. When I was little, my mother often said that I would definitely suffer a lot because of my personality. At the time, I didn't take it seriously. Later, my relationship with Junfei was strongly opposed by my parents. One reason was that Junfei was from Yichang, Hubei, and I was their only daughter. They didn't want me to marry far away from home. Another reason was that my parents somehow believed that Junfei was too lively and charming to women, and they were afraid that he would take advantage of me and then abandon me. I really resented my parents' views on Junfei. If Junfei wasn't handsome and charming, would I have fallen in love with him? Isn't that precisely what makes him so lovable? This time, I unleashed my stubbornness to the fullest. I didn't hesitate to break ties with my parents and elope with Junfei in a modern-day version. Junfei and I got married and settled down in Yichang. My parents, heartbroken by my actions, refused to attend my wedding. I didn't care too much and wholeheartedly devoted myself to living our little life with Junfei. On our wedding night, Junfei passionately vowed to me that he would treat me well for the rest of his life and would never betray my love. I had given up my comfortable job and life in Chongqing to be with Junfei. Not long after our marriage, the factory where Junfei worked went bankrupt due to insolvency, and Junfei lost his job. I took out my pre-marital savings of 30,000 yuan and encouraged Junfei to take a chance. Some men are just born with a knack for making money. Junfei was one of them; with my 30,000 yuan, he initially opened a small supermarket. Not daring to hire too many people, I became the supermarket's hardest-working employee. During the day, I was responsible for purchasing, distributing, and handling cash; at night, I even slept with the boss. Other employees often joked that I should be awarded the "Best Employee Award." Those days were tough and tiring, but we were both focused on running our supermarket well, working together towards a common goal. Life was bittersweet. After two years, seeing several large supermarkets opening, Junfei decisively sold the supermarket and started a restaurant business. Thanks to accurate positioning and Junfei's talent for winning people over, we amassed millions in just a few years. "When you're well-fed and clothed, you think of lust," and that saying is absolutely true. With money, Junfei dressed himself in designer brands from head to toe, indulging in debauchery and rarely returning home. He not only frequented nightclubs but also kept a young and beautiful waitress from his restaurant as his mistress. Junfei's womanizing ways hurt me deeply. I was heartbroken. Every time we met, we'd argue about these things. I gave the waitress some money and kicked her out. When Junfei found out, he was furious and attacked me in the restaurant. That was the first time he'd ever hit me; he hit me hard. Two heavy slaps made my vision blur and my mouth bleed. He even kicked me at the end. If someone hadn't reacted quickly and pulled me back, I probably would have fallen down the stairs, either dead or crippled. For a while, I was devastated. I couldn't understand it. I'd traveled a long way to marry him when he had nothing, poured my money and effort into building this family business, and in the end, he wanted to kill me for a young, beautiful woman. I cried to my parents about my ordeal. They advised me to divorce Junfei, but the more I thought about it, the more unwilling I was to accept it. Would he be where he is today without me? He abandoned his wife for pleasure after getting rich? There's no such thing as a free lunch. I wouldn't divorce him; I couldn't let Junfei and another woman have it so easily. I wanted revenge; I wanted him to know the consequences of betraying me. I turned a blind eye to Junfei's philandering. Now free, Junfei was like a dog in heat, frolicking everywhere, unwilling to stay home for a moment longer. In the four-bedroom, two-living-room house, only Junfei's father and I remained. Junfei's mother had passed away several years ago; his father had always lived with us. Junfei's father, a retired middle school teacher, was reasonable, kind, and refined. He was furious about Junfei's actions, but a father knows his son best. He told me that a person's character cannot be changed, and Junfei was the kind of person who forgets his roots once he becomes successful. A woman wasn't worth waiting for him her whole life; he should leave while he was young and find true happiness. As for the division of property, he would uphold justice for me. During that time, Junfei's father often talked to me about life and philosophy, about how one should face difficulties—whether to be open-minded or narrow-minded. He was eloquent, drawing on a wide range of examples, which made me involuntarily admire him. Sometimes, I couldn't help but think how wonderful it would be if Junfei were as cultured and refined as his father. Although Junfei's father was nearly 60, his consistent exercise made him look incredibly energetic; anyone who didn't know him would think he was only around 50. Living with Junfei's father day and night, a ridiculous thought crept into my mind. In the prime of my youth, I felt incredibly lonely, tormented by desire every night. The thought of Junfei's father—so strong, so refined, so considerate—sleeping next door, made me want to do something. But I didn't dare take that step. After all, he was my father-in-law, and I was his daughter-in-law; it would be incest. Besides, how could someone as virtuous as him allow himself to do such a thing with me? I abandoned this absurd idea. But then something happened that changed my mind. Junfei openly kept a mistress and brought her to every public appearance. I confronted Junfei, blatantly displaying his mistress to the world—where did that leave me? All I got in return was a beating from him. I returned home bruised and battered, secretly vowing: "You reap what you sow." I began to scheme and seduce Junfei's father, deliberately dressing provocatively at home, leaving the bathroom door ajar while showering, and napping on the living room sofa in low-cut tops. But none of this had any effect on him. Seeing me like this, he would often remind me, in a condescending tone, to wear more clothes and be careful not to catch a cold. I would say that dressing like this was more comfortable at home, and he would retreat to his room. Seeing that these subtle attempts were useless, one night I slipped a sex drug into Junfei's father's milk. Presumably, the drug had taken effect, and I walked naked into his room. Driven by a vengeful rage, I didn't hesitate for a moment. Junfei's father was tossing and turning, unable to sleep. When my cool, smooth body pressed against his burning hot one, he jolted and instinctively hugged me tightly. But a second later, he pushed me away, telling me to go back to my room. I didn't speak, letting him refuse as he pleased. I clung to him like an octopus, my hands resolutely reaching for his lower body. There, under the influence of the aphrodisiac, it was already throbbing with desire. When I leaped onto him in an extremely proactive position, Junfei's father sighed deeply; he gave up his futile resistance. Once his psychological defenses crumbled, he became frenzied and fierce. That night, we were entangled together, swimming in a sea of passion. I didn't return to my room until dawn. For the next few days, Junfei's father either left early and returned late, or locked himself in his room to avoid seeing me. He was immersed in deep self-reproach and regret. I knew that, given his character, the hardest thing for him to do with his daughter-in-law was to face the consequences himself. But once the devil's bottle is opened, how can it be closed again? That night's madness left me unable to stop; my body was completely conquered by him. Beneath him, I was so happy that I couldn't control myself and moaned loudly. His madness and thirst also made me realize that, setting aside the shackles of morality, he, too, needed me in his loneliness. Every night I stood in front of his door and knocked softly. Silence remained inside. The second day, the third day… the seventh day, when I knocked again, I found the door ajar. Junfei's father stood behind the door and embraced me. After the passion subsided, he said we couldn't do this anymore; this was the last time. I said, "What relationship do I really have with your Wang family? My marriage with Junfei was bound to end in divorce sooner or later. After the divorce, I'll be a woman with absolutely no connection to your Wang family. Why should you feel guilty for being with a woman like me?" Two months later, I discovered I was pregnant. Of course, I knew whose child it was. Having been married to Junfei for many years without children, I had longed to be a mother. I was determined to keep the child. To ensure my child's legitimate birth, I tried every means to spend a night with Junfei as soon as I discovered I was pregnant. Junfei's father disagreed with my decision to have the child. He knew perfectly well that the child in my womb was his, and he said that we had already committed a sin; how could he face his father and daughter-in-law with a child born to him? But I didn't care about that anymore. I wanted to be a mother, I wanted revenge on the heartless Junfei, and wouldn't my child with his father be the best revenge? Junfei was overjoyed when he learned of my pregnancy and became more restrained in his behavior, occasionally coming home to take care of me, fulfilling some of his duties as a husband and father. As the little life in my womb grew day by day, Junfei's father aged at an alarming rate. He often stared blankly at my increasingly protruding belly, while I, immersed in the joy of becoming a mother, paid no attention to the changes in Junfei's father's mentality. When I was six months pregnant, Junfei's father suffered an accident. The driver who caused the accident said he suddenly crossed the road, and although he braked suddenly while driving at high speed, he still crashed into him. An eyewitness said that Junfei's father seemed dazed at the time of the accident, lost in thought... At the memorial service for Junfei's father.I wept uncontrollably. Only I knew the immense psychological pressure he endured for the sake of my unborn child, the deep self-blame making him feel utterly guilty before his son and the unborn child. It was all my fault! If it weren't for my stubbornness, he wouldn't have suffered this tragedy. I never imagined that in this game of revenge, Junfei's father would become the first victim with his sudden death. In the blink of an eye, my son Xiaopeng was already three years old. Junfei still couldn't shake his philandering ways, but his son had become his greatest love. Whenever I saw him come home and hug and kiss Xiaopeng endlessly, I sneered inwardly. This world isn't entirely without fairness, I thought, finding a sliver of balance amidst my extreme despair and loneliness. In the winter of 2003, Junfei got into trouble, contracting a sexually transmitted disease from some prostitute, and began frequenting the urology department of the hospital. One day, he stormed home and slapped me across the face: "You shameless, filthy woman! Tell me, where did you get this bastard child?" It turned out Junfei had learned from the doctor that he was infertile. This was why we hadn't had children after so many years of marriage, but we were both busy starting our business and neither of us had considered that possibility. Seeing Junfei's furious outburst, I said, "He shares your surname, Wang." I picked up Xiaopeng and smiled at Junfei. Junfei was bewildered by my smile. I said, "Why are you so angry? Even though he's not your child, you should still raise him. Come to think of it, you should call him your brother." My words struck Junfei like a thunderbolt. He looked at me in disbelief, then turned and stormed out of the house. Since learning about Xiaopeng's parentage, Junfei had become even more reckless and dissolute. Xiaopeng missed his father and always begged me to call Junfei. Seeing the child's pitiful state, I dialed Junfei's number for him. Xiaopeng sweetly called out "Dad," asking why his father wouldn't come home to play with him. Suddenly, Xiaopeng burst into tears and threw down the phone. I asked him what was wrong, and he cried, saying that his father sounded very fierce on the phone, saying he wasn't his father and that his father had died long ago. After that, Xiaopeng often asked me the same question, asking why his father didn't like him anymore, and asking if Junfei was his father. Looking at the innocent child, I was speechless. Only then did I deeply realize the absurdity of my actions. I had insisted on bringing this child into the world, but how could I tell him that his father wasn't Junfei, but the person he called "Grandpa"? I begged Junfei to continue playing the role of father to Xiaopeng, even offering to give up my inheritance, but Junfei refused. He said, "Why not let the play you directed continue? Isn't it a pity to end it halfway?" I wanted to take Xiaopeng and escape from all of this. But can I escape Xiaopeng's questioning? When he learns the mystery of his origins, how will he face it? I once thought I had won this game, but in the end, I realized that this is a game with no winners, and the biggest loser is the most innocent child.

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