Husband bumps into his girlfriend throwing condoms out of her room.

When love and friendship betray you simultaneously, what woman could bear it? These past few days, I've even contemplated suicide. I hate them both; from now on, I'll never trust my husband again, nor my best friend.
Chunlan is my best friend; we've known each other for over five years. She's both a great colleague and a confidante in life. We talk about everything, including some of our most intimate secrets. It seems there are no secrets between us.
Her marital history is indeed rich; in her thirties, she's been married for five years and divorced twice, and is currently single. Chunlan is quite shrewd; compared to her, I seem naive and simple, even she says so. But I feel she's very genuine with me. We always have common ground, endless things to talk about, and we trust each other completely. It's
been over a year since Chunlan's last divorce, and she's long since moved on from it. I can sense that she's very optimistic; her mindset is excellent. In her opinion, all men are cheap and lustful. She repeatedly advised me to keep a close eye on my husband, offering many suggestions such as checking his phone and controlling our finances. I knew these were simplistic measures, but I still went along with her.
My husband didn't have a good impression of Chunlan; he even said he was annoyed by her. He said that women who have been divorced twice should reflect on themselves and not simply shift all the blame onto others. I said that Chunlan simply couldn't stand her beloved man's infidelity. Her husband betrayed her and was irresponsible towards the family; shouldn't she get a divorce?
Of course, my husband never argued with me about these trivial matters. He usually just said two words: "Bullshit." I know that everyone finds ample reasons to justify their mistakes, especially women. I also believed my husband; Chunlan probably really did have marital problems, but I was willing to stand with her as a form of self-protection.
Men say that women get richer the more they divorce. That's not true. Chunlan's fate was tragic. In her first divorce, the man not only swindled her out of all her premarital savings but also borrowed a large sum of money from her family. His supposed business ambitions were a pretense; he was secretly supporting a mistress. She preferred to pay off the debts herself rather than risk a divorce. She had a daughter, who is still being raised by her mother.
When she married her second husband, she was probably only after his money. However, she didn't gain much. After paying off her family's debts, she was kicked out a year and a half later. Now, she doesn't even have a house, and she's too ashamed to return to her family. She has to rent and eke out a living.
Last week, on her day off, she wanted to move and asked me for help. Unfortunately, I had to work the weekend. My husband was home, and the child had been taken away by his grandfather. So, my husband volunteered to help her move. Actually, there wasn't much stuff; just a few large boxes. It was just a matter of loading and unloading them, going up and down the stairs. The new apartment was one I helped Chunlan choose.
On the day Chunlan moved, my husband and I left home at the same time in the morning; I went to work, and he went to help. I thought they should be there by around ten o'clock. A woman's intuition is always very sharp. That day, I felt uneasy. I couldn't quite explain why. Anyway, I was worried about something.
Around eleven o'clock, I called my husband, but his phone was off. I called Chunlan, but hers was off too. This made me very uneasy. I couldn't concentrate on work, so I decided to go check on her. I took a taxi directly to Chunlan's new place. I knocked several times, but no one answered. I tried calling, but my husband's phone was still off, while Chunlan's was on. I could hear the phone ringing inside, but no one answered. Actually, I didn't think the worst. I figured they might have finished moving and gone out to eat.
So I went downstairs, sat at a small eatery across the street, ordered a bowl of rice noodles, and started eating. This small eatery is right across from Chunlan's apartment building entrance, less than fifty meters away. I had just finished eating and was about to get up when I turned around and saw my husband come out of the building, carrying a trash bag. He looked around nervously, threw away the trash, and then took out his phone—he was calling me!
I saw all these subtle actions. He asked me with concern if I had eaten at work and told me to get some rest. I asked him where he was. He said he had already gone home and finished helping Chunlan move. I asked him why his phone had been off all morning. He said it had run out of battery, so he charged it at home and then turned it on. He also said that Chunlan invited us to dinner that evening. I said okay, and then hung up.
I watched my husband lie, and my heart ached. Is this the man I love? Does he really lie to me so blatantly? If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes that day, how could I not believe him?
I crossed the street and went straight to the trash can. I looked through the conspicuous black bag on top. Inside, besides some household garbage, there was a shower cap, condoms, damp crumpled tissues, and Chunlan's pink underwear. Seeing these things, my heart ached. I felt like I understood everything. Even a fool would know what was going on.
I didn't have the courage to take these dirty things upstairs to confront Chunlan. I wanted to save face for her and my husband. For them, and for myself. Chunlan was a woman who had been divorced twice, but I didn't want a divorce.
I had a complete family, children, and a husband; we had feelings for each other. She was shameless, but I was. It was all my fault for choosing the wrong friends. It was all my fault for my husband being so useless. If anyone should be taught a lesson, it was me. Perhaps Chunlan's fate was a wake-up call. I wouldn't follow her example; she was the truly despicable woman. I
firmly believed that the problem between my husband and me wasn't a problem with our relationship. I had to mend this rift and not let it continue to grow. That night, Chunlan repeatedly invited us to dinner, but I didn't go.
I've been unusually nice to my husband these past few days. He said it sounded fake, so I asked him if he was wearing a mask too. He understood, so he remained silent.

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