[Modern Relationships] How many times can a man make a mistake?

In October 2004, my girlfriend of over a year and I walked down the aisle and began our beautiful life together. Before the wedding, like many others, I suffered from "marriage phobia," and even almost ran away from the ceremony. But when I was surrounded by the happiness of my new marriage, those memories seemed rather funny. As life went on, happiness gradually slipped away from me without my realizing it, until my relationship suffered a heavy blow, leaving me heartbroken.

To tell this story, I have to start with my job.

My friend owned a large KTV plaza, and I had considerable experience in entertainment venue management, so he hired me as the executive vice president. Those familiar with entertainment venue management might know that the executive vice president is generally the most powerful person in the entire establishment besides the owner, managing almost all the managers and supervisors of all departments. Since my friend and I were childhood best friends, I had almost all the power except for financial matters. The public relations department, which managed the hostesses, was also under my jurisdiction.

Our store's public relations manager is a beautiful woman named Li Chengcheng, only a year younger than me. She's not tall, but lively and adorable. She's very sociable; no matter how difficult the customer, she can handle them with ease, and she manages the other girls with equal ease.

At first, Chengcheng was a stranger to me and knew about my relationship with the boss, so she didn't dare to flirt with me too much. I was also very careful about my image, and apart from work-related communication, we maintained a normal superior-subordinate relationship. But as time went on, and we gradually became more familiar with each other, some jokes started to appear.

She's a very lively and cheerful woman, and she's very witty. I'm also a man with a good sense of humor; although I wouldn't call myself handsome, I'm of average appearance and have a certain masculine charm. Because of work, we often had opportunities to chat together, and gradually, a vague feeling of attraction developed between us. Although we both sensed this subtle change, for various reasons, neither of us expressed it excessively.

Until that company's annual party.

A year of hard work had resulted in a very good year-end profit for the store, and my buddy was extremely satisfied. The company decided to hold a management-wide party and distribute year-end bonuses to managers at all levels on the spot. Because my buddy couldn't hold his liquor and was afraid of being drunk, he only gave an opening speech, leaving the rest of the program to me, and drove off alone. I, of course, had no choice but to call my wife to ask for leave, secretly preparing to be "knocked out" on the spot.

Sure enough, fueled by the excitement of the bonuses, everyone's spirits were incredibly high. Bottles of baijiu (Chinese liquor) were poured out one after another, cases of beer after another, and the reasons for toasting were varied yet impossible to refuse. In less than an hour, three guys were already vomiting and passed out. Fortunately, my alcohol tolerance was pretty good, and I secretly went to the bathroom to induce vomiting once more, managing to stay conscious. Even so, these young people, whose families were out of town and who had no one to restrain them, were still in high spirits, clinging to me and refusing to let go, determined not to stop until they got me drunk.

Just when I was at my wit's end, Chengcheng unexpectedly stepped forward and started to shield me from the drinks.

She was a public relations manager, and her usual alcohol tolerance was quite impressive. Plus, most of these young people were male and rarely attacked her, so she hadn't drunk much since the party started. As she kept raising her glass, the young people couldn't hold on any longer, and one after another they went to the restroom to vomit, no longer having the energy to toast me.

Seeing that I had drunk enough, I quickly stopped, called the waiter to pay the bill, and thus the party came to an end. After leaving the private room, I didn't feel particularly unwell, but as soon as I stepped out of the restaurant and was hit by the cold wind, I immediately felt dizzy and unsteady. As I stepped onto the last step, my legs suddenly gave way, and I stumbled and fell. Just then, Chengcheng, who had been following behind me, was prepared. She quickly helped me up, hailed a taxi, and we sat in the back together.

I was feeling the effects of the alcohol, completely disoriented and disoriented. With Chengcheng's help, we arrived at her home. She was also from out of town; the apartment was rented, and she lived alone. It was quite clean, but in my dazed state, I didn't pay attention as I entered, kicked off my shoes, and collapsed onto the bed.

Chengcheng was very attentive, bringing me hot water to wash my face, helping me take off my coat, and covering me with a blanket. Stimulated by the hot water, I vaguely regained some consciousness. Seeing Chengcheng sitting beside me, her beautiful face so close, my brain cells suddenly became excited under the influence of alcohol. Instinctively, I pulled Chengcheng into my arms and slipped my right hand inside her bra.

She initially resisted, twisting her body, trying to get away from me. I was bursting with brute strength at the time, and I managed to pin her down. She gradually stopped struggling, letting me roughly remove her sweater, underwear, bra… until she was completely naked. Perhaps also stimulated by the alcohol, she, now naked, began to passionately kiss me, unbuckle my belt, and slipped her delicate hands inside my underwear, stroking my penis. With her other hand, she tore at my clothes, throwing them one by one to the ground, until we were both naked.

Perhaps because I had drunk too much, my penis was uncooperative, remaining only semi-erect and unable to achieve an erection. Because I was only focused on exploring her secret place, I hastily parted her labia and squeezed my penis inside. But a soft penis is no match for a hard one; after several attempts, it slipped out, leaving me feeling quite frustrated. Chengcheng seemed very anxious, repeatedly trying to manipulate me for a long time, but to no avail. Finally, she took a mouthful and began giving me oral sex. Soon, I responded, and then came a frenzied lovemaking… When I woke up the next day at noon, this absurd one-night stand should have ended there. But who would have thought that this night away from home was just the beginning, and I had embarked on a rugged path of no return… Undeniably, Chengcheng was beautiful and very open-minded. We tried various positions and played wildly.

Making love with her was incredibly pleasurable; the exquisite sensation was almost indescribable, only best described as “comfortable.” Furthermore, her breasts were exquisite—not too big, not too small, without a single lumpy gland, almost as soft as water, incredibly sensual to touch. During the nearly six months we spent together, touching her breasts was almost my favorite thing to do, whether during sex, showering together, or even lying in bed watching TV with her, my hands were reluctant to leave her breasts.

My deep infatuation with Chengcheng made me lose all sense of purpose. For six months, I lied to my wife and refused to go home, making countless excuses. During this time, I felt guilty, feeling I was betraying my wife and wanting to end this illicit affair. But whenever Chengcheng tearfully clung to my arm, begging me not to leave her, I couldn't bring myself to walk away. I succumbed to her tears time and time again.

I didn't even know myself whether I loved her or my wife!

This clandestine relationship couldn't be kept secret for long. As rumors spread throughout my company, my buddy finally found out. He angrily confronted me, demanding I end my relationship with Chengcheng immediately. I flatly refused, and we parted on bad terms. He didn't do this because I violated company rules, but because he felt he couldn't explain it to my wife in the future. After all, I worked at his shop, and he would inevitably be implicated in this situation. Afterwards, he brought in several of my other close friends to try and persuade me to change my ways, but I, still in a "crazy" state, refused.

At that point, all my friends helplessly concluded that I was beyond redemption!

This incident made me extremely depressed, so I hastily wrote my resignation letter and left my friends' company. After resigning, I was in a bad mood and didn't go home; instead, I stayed at Chengcheng's house for almost half a month. It wasn't until she seriously suggested that I propose marriage that I gradually came to my senses from my chaotic state.

That night, I barely slept, constantly agonizing over my choice.

To be honest, the reason my relationship with Chengcheng lasted for over half a year was twofold: firstly, my wife was afraid of losing me and deliberately pretended not to hear; secondly, Chengcheng and I had a very harmonious sex life, and I rediscovered the passion I had lost in her. But if I were to completely abandon my family and live with her, not only would my family not accept her, but I also couldn't accept a woman who was constantly groped by lecherous customers and frequently drunk as my wife.

Finally, perhaps I was tired of it, perhaps I was afraid, I decided to break up with her—a resolute breakup.

I didn't even dare look back as I slipped out of her house, afraid I would soften again. Just as I stepped out of her door, Chengcheng cried her heart out behind me, a cry that made my own tears flow uncontrollably.

Even a misguided love is still love, and I couldn't find a reason not to feel heartache.

Afterwards, she called me countless times, saying that as long as I was willing to come back to her, she didn't care about the divorce, hoping to win me back. She called my cell phone and the landline, crying miserably on the phone, saying she had gotten used to me being by her side, was afraid to sleep alone, and begged me to come over and hug her. On the other end of the phone, I couldn't help but cry too, feeling indescribable emotions. Several times I even got dressed to go to her house, but my wife stopped me each time with a mournful look.

In the end, almost desperate, Chengcheng even came to my house, crying so hard in front of me that he almost fainted, hoping to force my wife to give up on me. But my wife generously forgave me and resolutely drove her away. Finally, she gave up, leaving behind the words "I'll hate you for the rest of my life" before leaving the city and disappearing from my sight forever... Because of this, I was so heartbroken that I didn't want to go out, didn't want to see any friends, and also felt sorry for my wife and Chengcheng. I almost shut myself off at home, isolating myself from the world.是我的老婆一次次的开导我，和我交心，从而使我慢慢的恢复了常态。

老婆对我的宽容让我很愧疚，决心本本分分的做个五好丈夫。可偏偏天不遂人愿，当我想过安生的日子时，安生的日子却又抛弃了我。半年后，一直赋闲在家的我偶然下楼去买东西，结果竟然撞见老婆神情紧张的在楼道里悄声打电话。

偷听之下，我发现老婆有外遇了……

这个发现让我怒火冲天，恶狠狠的摔碎了老婆的电话，扯着她回到了家。我本打算进门之后大骂她一顿，甚至狠狠的揍她。可也不知怎的，当我重重的摔上房门之后，老婆那幅波澜不惊，甚至有些无所谓的表情让我彻底的心寒了。我没有多说一个字，也没有给她机会，直接提出了离婚。

虽然老婆不同意，也哭着求过我，说她只不过是因为心理不平衡，想找个发泄对象，并不是爱上了那个男人。 But in the end, our marriage broke down after less than two years because I couldn't accept the fact that my wife was having an affair... Just thinking about my wife being on top of someone else makes me feel nauseous!

"Playing Chopin's Nocturne, bidding farewell to my dead love..."

While writing this story, I was listening to Jay Chou's "Nocturne." My heart is heavy, my mind is in turmoil, to the point that some parts are incoherent. But I hope you won't mind the flow of the writing, because I just want to tell all men through this that it's not just women who are unforgivable for making a mistake once; men are the same. When you realize that you've lost the woman who could have spent her life with you because of your own mistake, you can never find that best love again.

Some say, "Women are angels in heaven. Once they fall in love with their man and fly to his side, they lose their wings forever and can never return to heaven!" But I say, "Men are the same. When a man truly loses the woman he loves, his end is even more tragic. Because even if they continue to indulge in pleasure, they must silently admit in their hearts that their souls have been offered to Satan in hell!"

Men don't easily shed tears, only when they are truly heartbroken.

Now, although I am surrounded by women, none of them inspire the urge to marry me.

Because my heart has grown old, my soul has fallen, and I no longer believe in love… And all of this, I must admit, is of my own making!

Men, cherish your true love…

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