Is this marriage sustainable? I've been completely cheated on after ten years of marriage!

I never imagined something like this would happen to me. I came to the pedestrian street 15 years ago, and every day I saw stories of people being cheated on on Green Light Street. While offering advice, I secretly felt fortunate to have a good wife, a lovely daughter, and a happy family, even if we weren't wealthy. That's what I thought back then.

I noticed something was wrong with her when I went back to her home for the Mid-Autumn Festival this year. On the way, she kept laughing while holding her phone. When I got closer, she quickly turned her WeChat conversation into a camera and pretended to take a picture.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, I went back to work at my workplace, 40 kilometers away. I live at the workplace and go home once a week—that's the premise. During

the National Day holiday, I went home. In the evening, I was online in the living room while she was cooking in the kitchen, steaming buns and frying fish, all while playing on her phone. Her WeChat kept ringing. She even answered a phone call, went out, and came back with a bag containing two pieces of clothing she had bought for me. She asked me to try them on to see if they fit. The crew neck shirt was okay, but I hadn't decided on the jacket. She said we could go shopping together the next morning and she would buy me the other one. I said okay.

She has a habit of charging her phone on a stool next to her bed before going to sleep. To make it easier to access her phone after she falls asleep, I deliberately got into bed first and reserved that spot, pretending to be asleep. Then she got into bed and played on her phone for a while, but before falling asleep, she didn't put it on the stool to charge, nor on her bedside table; instead, she tucked it under her pillow.

I kept waiting for her to fall asleep, but I ended up falling asleep first, and the neurasthenia that had been plaguing me for over two years finally woke me up around 2 AM. I got up, went around to her side, took out her phone from under her pillow, opened WeChat, and saw a long chat history. A chill ran through me; my heart clenched, and my hands trembled uncontrollably.

I didn't sleep a wink all night; I felt like the sky had fallen. It felt like a knife had been plunged into my heart, pulled out, and the blood flowed silently and endlessly from the hole.

When I woke up in the morning, she was making pumpkin pancakes in the kitchen. I combed my daughter's hair
and ate breakfast in front of the mirror (not pumpkin pancakes, they weren't ready yet). She put on her coat and said she was going to take our daughter to my mom's house. A thought flashed through my mind, and I immediately stood up from the sofa and said, "I'll take her. "

Downstairs, I hugged her and asked, "Sweetie, Daddy has a question for you. Since we went to your grandma's house for Mid-Autumn Festival, have you slept at your grandma's house? " My daughter shook her head and said, "No." "And since your summer vacation started, have you slept at your grandma's house?" My daughter nodded. "Yes. Once. Mom said she had to work late, so she let me sleep at grandma's house." People around me came and went, still rushing about as usual. Standing on the road, I suddenly felt that the morning sunlight was so dazzling, making me feel like the whole world was as black as ink. When we reached the entrance of the community, I asked her, "XX, do you like Daddy or Mommy more?" My daughter said, "I like them both. " I said, "Then if Daddy and Mommy get divorced, who will you live with?" My daughter suddenly stopped, glanced at me, and didn't say anything. Then, her small chest in my arms slowly began to heave. My heart ached instantly. I hugged her tightly, comforting her, "Hey, don't cry, don't cry, Daddy was just kidding! Just teasing you!" After calming her down, I took her to my parents' house and then returned home. I found the pumpkin pancakes already packed in a bag. Going into the bedroom, I saw her changing clothes. Her freshly washed hair was fluffy and soft. Her small, fair face, though slightly wrinkled, couldn't hide her beauty. She wore light makeup and perfume. The new clothes she'd bought yesterday made my heart flutter. She hadn't dressed up this much in years. Usually, she was rushing to work and went out bare-faced. Even when going out to parties or visiting relatives, she'd just wash her hair and change clothes. "Why are you dressed so beautifully today?" "Am I?" she said casually. "Yes, you look really beautiful today. Why did you dress up so specially?" "I didn't dress up specially. I've always dressed like this. You just never noticed." Her tone was a little cold. "Let's go." "Where to?" "To buy you clothes!" "Let's go this afternoon." "Why this afternoon? We agreed to go this morning. Why are you always so slow?" I followed her to the living room and sat down on the sofa. She stood in the entryway, turned around, looked at me, and glared at me, asking, "Why are you sitting down again?!" "Buying clothes isn't urgent. Let's talk for a while. " "Talk about what?" I was silent for a moment, then looked up at her and asked, "xxx, we've been married for so many years, haven't you always been quite disappointed in me?" "Yes," she answered almost without thinking, "After so many years of marriage, I've always felt quite tired. Every time you come home, you're either online or playing on your phone, and I do all the housework." " You rarely care about me either." "You're wrong. I was like that in the first few years of our marriage, but I've changed a lot over the years. I've done all the housework you asked me to do. You say I don't care about you, but I've fulfilled every request you make, big or small. Even this house—you said you wanted to buy it. I was so against it at first, but you said it was for a better living environment, so I finally agreed. Do you think I've treated you badly?" "You haven't treated me badly, but do you think you've treated me very well?" I took a breath and asked her, "xxx, let me ask you, in all these years of marriage, have I ever done anything to betray you?" "No." She looked up. I took a deep breath, looked into her eyes, and asked, "Then have you ever done anything to betray me?" "No." She lowered her eyes. "Then tell me, who is the winner?" She was taken aback. "You looked at my phone?" "Who's the winner?" She swallowed hard. "It's someone I met on WeChat." "You didn't cheat on me, right?" "What nonsense are you talking about?" "I'll give you a chance. Confess, and I won't pursue this." "No! What do you want me to confess?" I was furious. "No, right? Give me your phone!" I stood up and snatched the phone from her hand. I opened WeChat and found that the chat history had been cleared. "Why did you clear the chat history?" "I'm used to clearing chat history, I clear other people's too!" "Bullshit! Why didn't you clear these! Are you going to talk or not?!" "I didn't do anything with him, what do you want me to say?" Her face remained calm. I was furious. "Fuck you, you won't admit it until you're faced with the truth!" I pulled out my phone and shoved the photos under her nose. "Look, isn't this your chat history?!" Her face changed instantly, then she smiled calmly. "What's wrong? I was just joking with him, what's the big deal?"

"What the hell are you talking about?!" I scrolled through the chat history, one page at a time. "A joke? This is a joke? You son of a bitch, what are you trying to do? Why did you do this? Why?!" I was consumed by rage and completely lost my temper. I smashed my phone, furious. "Do you even want this family anymore? Don't you?! Do you know what XX said this morning when I asked her?" I roared at her, tears welling in my eyes, telling her about my daughter's reaction that morning. Finally, I couldn't hold back and slapped her. This was the first time I had ever hit her, and her reaction was intense. "You hit me?" She immediately jumped up, grabbing my hand to retaliate. I pinned her to the sofa, immobilizing her, and frantically questioned her about why she did this. She didn't speak or resist. I cried, cursing her as I cried, and then told her that I had always felt indebted to her all these years, and all the things she had done that had touched me deeply. I cried uncontrollably; I couldn't understand why she had done this.

"I know I was wrong, please forgive me?" she said in a low voice.

"Tell me who he is?"

She fell silent again.

"Tell me! Who is he?"

"It's meaningless, don't ask anymore."

"Damn it, who is he?" Even now, she was still protecting him. I was furious.

"I was wrong, please don't ask anymore, okay?"

"Tell me! Damn it, are you still protecting him now?"

"I'm not protecting him, I just don't want to make a big deal out of it."

I calmed down for a moment, sat down, took out my phone and called my daughter, asking her to come home.

She suddenly tensed up. "What are you doing? Why did you let XX come back?"

"To let her come back and see who she wants to be with."

She became frightened, grabbed my hand, and tears streamed down her face. "I won't get a divorce! I won't get a divorce! Please don't tell her when XX comes back, okay? Please, please? Don't let her know. I was wrong, I know I was wrong."

I took a deep breath. "Okay, I can not tell her, as long as you tell me who he is?"

"Don't ask that, it won't do anyone any good."

"Damn it!" I shook off her hand and smashed the fruit plate, teacups, and photo frames on the coffee table to the ground, shattering everything in the room.

I smashed things frantically while cursing her with vicious language, venting my anger. She didn't say a word, tears streaming down her face. Then my daughter came back. When she saw the shattered pieces on the floor, my angry face, and her mother sobbing beside her, she choked up.

"Mom and Dad, please don't fight. Talk things out, okay? Please don't fight. Okay?"

Seeing my daughter trying to hold back her tears, my own tears welled up again.

She ran over, picked up her daughter, went outside, took the elevator downstairs.

I went up to the rooftop alone, stood there for a long time, and finally decided to get a divorce.

Back home, the broken pieces had been cleaned up, and she was cooking in the kitchen; the bag of pumpkin pancakes was on a plate. I went to the bedroom, took out our marriage certificate, and saw the date was October 22nd—exactly our tenth anniversary. My heart ached. It was so ironic; this messed-up life was a fucking joke.

"Come out, let's get a divorce," I said calmly.

She turned on the tap without saying a word and kept washing her hands.

"Are you deaf? Get out here!"

"I won't get a divorce!"

I went in, grabbed her clothes, and tried to pull her out, but she clung to the doorframe, refusing to come out. "No matter what you say, I won't get a divorce!"
"What the hell? Who is he?"

"Don't ask anymore, please don't ask anymore, I was wrong, please forgive me, okay? I'll do anything to make it up to you from now on...

"

I was consumed by rage and smashed all the tableware on the table while cursing. The shards cut my ankle, but I didn't even feel it. She saw the blood on the floor and hurriedly knelt down to wipe it away for me. I pushed her away and yelled, "Get out!!!"

Not long after, my dad arrived. He opened the door and saw the shards all over the floor and her tearful eyes. His anger immediately flared up, and he stepped forward to hit me. She stopped him and said, "Dad, it's not his fault, it's my fault." "

My dad reacted this way because he'd been very satisfied with this daughter-in-law for the past ten years. Frankly, from his perspective, she was flawless.

After understanding the situation, my dad started lecturing me, but every word he said was actually directed at her. His stance was that he wouldn't agree to a divorce, no matter what, not even considering our feelings or the child's. Under his mediation, we temporarily reconciled. We

're now separated, and I haven't been able to sleep much these past few days. I already have neurasthenia, and this has made it even more painful. I've thought about so many things, and I don't know what to do. I hate her, I hate her infidelity, her betrayal, I hate her selfishness, her stupidity, I hate that she brought a man into this new home. I hate that she stabbed me in the heart, I hate the irreparable harm she caused my daughter. But I also can't forget the beautiful girl who smiled gently at me in the midsummer sunshine when we first met twelve years ago, I can't forget her tireless and selfless dedication to this family, I can't forget how her easygoing nature always brought joy to us, father and daughter." I can't forget how hardworking she was, always keeping the house impeccably tidy and spotless, making me feel a wave of happiness wash over me the moment I came home. I can't forget the sweet moments when the three of us went on trips together. I also can't forget her fiery lips, her burning body, her greedy demands. On one side, I felt an overwhelming reluctance to let go; on the other, a thousand arrows piercing my heart. These emotions ultimately intertwined into an unbearable torment, a living hell from which there is no escape.

This time, she truly hurt me deeply. Even now, I find it hard to believe, hard to accept, and I keep wishing it were all a dream. Okay, those who haven't experienced this can't truly understand the pain. Those chat logs saved on my phone have already pierced my heart, leaving it bleeding profusely. It feels like my heart is a chopping board, subjected to a torrent of attacks, the overwhelming pain washing over my entire body, endlessly and relentlessly, even each breath accompanied by the agonizing sound of my heart tearing apart.

I never imagined my life would come to this. Over two years of neurasthenia have led me to contemplate suicide. I don't know if I can survive this.

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