Those Past Events

Work gradually became tedious and monotonous, the same tasks repeated every day, offering no challenge whatsoever. Life was bland and devoid of passion; there were no entertainment programs, no one to talk to. Alone in a foreign land, without family or friends, unable to speak the language, loneliness slowly began to devour my soul. Especially in the quiet of the night, loneliness was a constant

companion, impossible to shake off. In the middle of the night, I could only hide under the covers and cry, missing my husband, missing him to the point of madness. Thus, going online became a necessity. My husband knew I was lonely, but being too far away to be by my side or give me the love I craved, he encouraged me to find a lover, and he actively helped me find someone. Perhaps by chance, he finally entered our lives. He started as a friend of my husband's, and after getting to know him for a while, my husband thought he was quite good, so he introduced him to me to see how I felt; if it went well, we could pursue a relationship. From our

first chat, I found him to be very outgoing and a skilled person in his field. He quickly got to the point, asking me to video chat with him. Although he seemed a bit impatient, I could sense his sincerity. We chatted happily, and he answered every question I asked, something I hadn't experienced with anyone else since. Initially, I didn't agree to video chat, but he didn't force me. He allowed me to see him first, and if I was satisfied, I would show him my video.

The moment I saw him, I was captivated by the man in the video—handsome, refined, cheerful, with smiling eyes. He said he was a bit older than us, but I couldn't tell; instead, he seemed very childlike, with a mischievous smile.

He was a restless person. After a few chats, he demanded to see my video, then went further, showing me his breasts and then his genitals. If I refused, he would pester me until I agreed. Later, he complained that typing was too slow and wanted voice chat, but my computer couldn't do that. He offered to buy me a headset or a new computer—basically, he wanted everything. In the end, he had to do voice chat while I typed.

The first time I heard his voice, I fell in love with it. It was incredibly sexy, a pure male voice, always carrying a hint of amusement that made me feel comfortable and unconsciously lower my guard, allowing me to agree to his requests. Furthermore, he was extremely narcissistic, constantly telling me how beautiful his voice was, how handsome his penis was, and even saying he wanted to let it out for some fresh air and to enjoy the view. Being with him was very pleasant.

Every weekend, the office was often deserted, and I would spend my time in this large courtyard. There were many lychee and mango trees in the yard, and behind the building were several tall, unidentified trees. At night, the wind would rustle them, and combined with the sounds of stray cats fighting and unknown birdsong, I was always too scared to fall asleep. At these times, he would always keep me company, chatting online with me, playing games with me, or calling me. Many nights, I would drift off to sleep peacefully with the comfort of his warm voice.

During those days, I peacefully enjoyed his pampering, loved his company, loved the tone of his voice when he called me "baby," and took everything he gave me for granted.

I even fantasized that we could stay together like this forever, as he said, peacefully enjoying the love of two men.

At the end of October, my husband said he was coming back to see me, and he was also coming back for a trip, so we decided to both visit and then go back to Xiamen together. I was incredibly excited those few days, both eager to see him and afraid to meet him. Although we were already familiar with each other online, meeting in person was always different.

Finally, we met. I met him first; my husband's plane didn't arrive until that evening, so we arranged accommodations. He looked much the same as I had on video, except he seemed a bit thinner.

We had a lot of fun those few days, and the three of us made love passionately. However, since it was our first time meeting in person, and my husband and I hadn't seen each other for four months, I felt a little awkward, but overall it was still very enjoyable. When we were having fun, he would unconsciously say how wonderful it would be if there were a place where the three of us could live like this forever, raising our child together. Everything seemed so wonderful.

Happy days are always fleeting; three days passed quickly. I was supposed to go back to work on Sunday, but I couldn't bear to leave, so I asked for another day off and stayed another night. The next morning, they went to catch their flight, leaving at six o'clock. The moment they left, I felt incredibly sad, hiding under the covers and crying my heart out. I felt like I was suddenly all alone; loneliness, endless loneliness, overwhelmed me. I don't know how long I cried, or how many tears I shed. When I left the hotel, my eyes were red. Later, my husband told me that when they left that day, he stood outside the door for a long time, afraid I would do something rash, afraid I would cry. So, as soon as they arrived in Guangzhou for their connecting flight, they quickly bought a phone card and called me.

But when he returned to Xiamen, everything changed. He didn't call me for a long time. We had agreed that he would call me as soon as he arrived in Xiamen and settled in, but he never did. Later, I found out that he had gone to see his ex-girlfriend in Xiamen, forgiven her, and reconciled with her. When I heard the news, I was heartbroken. I cried, feeling betrayed and deceived. We had promised to be together, so why did he change his mind? We promised the three of us would be together forever, but in the blink of an eye, he belonged to another woman and was no longer mine. Later, we contacted each other less and less, and I gradually came to terms with it. People shouldn't be so selfish; he should pursue his own happiness. This

August, he called to tell me he and his girlfriend were getting married and invited me to their wedding. But how can I forget a lost love so easily? I could only silently wish them well.

It's been a long time since I heard from him. I don't even know if they got married yet. I just sent him a text message, but he didn't recognize me, saying he didn't have my number saved. Later, he called me back and told me his wife was pregnant and the wedding had been postponed to the end of December. Hearing this, I felt calm. My lover, he's gone from my heart!

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