The story of outsmarting a mistress

One night around 1 a.m., my husband's phone rang. I assumed it was one of his cronies waking him up to pee again, so I took out my phone to turn it off. But it was an unknown number, so I woke him up to answer.
I was standing next to him and immediately recognized a woman's voice. I was furious, but since I couldn't hear what
she was saying, I held my temper. I thought to myself, "Damn it, I'm going to get you a cheap phone with a speakerphone that's practically a cheap knock-off." The other end talked on and on for ages, and my husband just listened. I leaned closer, anxious to hear what this woman calling my husband in the middle of the night was saying.
My husband immediately put the phone on speakerphone. Then I heard this sad monologue:
"I dreamt about you the day before yesterday, holding my hand, giving me warmth. I think it's because winter is coming."
I stared at my husband, mouth agape. He shrugged and mouthed my ex's name.
I think I'm a good girl. I didn't pick up the phone and yell at her, nor did I hang up immediately. I patiently lay on the bed, listening to my husband's ex-girlfriend's midnight romantic eroticism.
The poem was too long for me to remember, but some lines were very classic. "
When night falls, I especially miss you, wondering who you're with, what you're doing.
I imagine the possible scenes, and then I cry, just like tonight.
If the woman sleeping next to you right now were me, how wonderful that would be...

" There are many sad women around me, as beautiful as flowers, but at that moment, in front of their exes, they all shattered.
Honestly, her slow, sorrowful tone—if I were a man, I would definitely be moved.

From the moment I married my husband, I knew that there would be no shortage of struggles in our future life; the debts he owed might one day be repaid with my happiness.
Maybe I was bewitched, or maybe I was moved by the image of a female warrior I had created in my mind. Just think, how could I, a frail woman, use my gentle kindness and so-called true nature to transform a man who always whistled at beautiful women? What a powerful act of self-affirmation! I was moved to tears, and so I was ready to deliver a merciless blow to my enemy

... My ex was still drooling on the other end of the phone, while I watched my husband's expression.
If he showed even the slightest sadness or memory, I would pounce on him and chop him down.
Fortunately, my husband's expression was calm, still carrying a hint of morning grumpiness, looking at me helplessly.
I guessed he wanted me to help him solve this problem, but I wouldn't stoop so low. The time to test him had come, and I wasn't going to let him off easily.
In the end, my husband said nothing and hung up.
Lying in bed, I wondered what that woman was feeling. I could understand, I suppose.
On a lonely, empty night, I thought of my ex-boyfriend, and impulsively called to confide in him—there's nothing wrong with that.
I get all excited late at night and say silly things and do silly things.
But this poetry phone call was just the beginning.

Sigh. Really, I really think I'm a good girl.
I always try to put myself in other people's shoes, because I've also experienced moments of blurred vision under my husband, with fragments of the past and other people flashing before my eyes inexplicably. So I think that having a past doesn't necessarily mean erasing it; just don't let the past become the future.
But years of blood and tears from my girlfriends' battles and textbook-like gossip have taught me that since the enemy is making a fuss, I have to make a big show of ownership and not take any small, insignificant spark lightly.
So this morning, I took the milk out of the refrigerator, looked at it, and said to my husband, "It's expired, are you still going to drink it?" My husband, while cutting an orange, said, "Are you crazy? You'd drink it even if it's expired?"
So, in a vulgar way, I poured the milk into the sink and said, "Good thing you know, it's expired, there's no point in picking it up and putting it in your mouth."
My husband is so smart, he understood immediately and said he'd put a factory label on me someday with an expiration date that says "forever."
I was so pleased. I went to work in a great mood.

But then, things took a sudden turn when I got off work. Seriously.
I think the screenwriter is completely unpredictable; this plot shouldn't have appeared in episode 8 or 9, right? It's like the climax just started in my drama!

I was driving out the gate when a woman suddenly rushed up and blocked my way. I honked a few times, but she didn't move, so I angrily rolled down the window and yelled. She was probably waiting for me to open the window; I just stuck my head out when she nimbly charged over. "Let's find somewhere to talk for a bit." I was startled, thinking, "Who are you?" Then I recognized her.
Damn, my beautiful ex, after her seductive voice, has finally shown her true self!
After telling me she wanted to talk, she tried to open the back door of my car, but it was automatically locked. Her gaze was a mix of resentment and threat, a mixture of bitterness and determination—a very twisted look.

My mom says I've always been the type who's afraid of things not happening, but rather of things not being big enough, so

…so, I calmly pressed the unlock button and smiled, saying, "Come on in."

As soon as she got in, I called my husband. "
Hey honey, I'll be home in half an hour, don't start cooking yet."
Then I drove silently, thinking to myself, "What are you trying to say? Are you going to give me a dirty talk?"

I glanced at her in the rearview mirror; she was hesitant to speak.
A red light appeared, and suddenly she leaned out next to me, startling me slightly. Then, very seriously, she said, "You should divorce so-and-so." I was terrified.
Sigh, my dear husband, I apologize. My reaction was so disappointing and hurtful.

My first thought was, without thinking, "Are you pregnant?"

She shook her head, sat back in the back seat, and remained silent. I floored the gas pedal and yelled, "Then why did I divorce you?"

She said, "You know, our past was so sweet."
I said, "I know, it's all in the past."

She said, "You know, when I said I wanted to leave him, he was actually very reluctant."
I said, "I know, your mom told you to find a rich man, and you haven't found one yet."

In the rearview mirror, she rolled her eyes at me.

She said, "You don't understand, I can't let go of my feelings for him."
I said, "I don't understand, is it because you haven't found a rich man that you can't let go?"

My tone was very serious; I wasn't just teasing her, but she rolled her eyes at me again.

She said, "If I said I wanted to go back, he would definitely walk straight towards me."
My unspoken thought was, "Fuck you, so what if your waist is thinner than mine? You're getting all arrogant!" I really wanted to turn around and punch her.
But I was driving, and that would be too dangerous, so I silently punched her twice in my mind, then smiled and said, "
Is that so? Then I'll pass on your message: you can get out of the car now."

In that chaotic place, I dropped her off, floored the gas, and sped off, still thinking, "I hope a big truck comes and smash her to pieces." Sigh, that's a bit too cynical.

On the way home, I calmly analyzed the situation. Judging from her behavior, she probably hadn't contacted her husband today, except for that phone call in the early morning. So, when I got home, I didn't say anything and just waited to see how things developed. If I had spoken up first, wouldn't it

have been a real mess of me relaying her message? My husband and I have been married for over half a year, and we're still pretty much in love. We're always chatting and joking around, so our life together is quite enjoyable. But what's going on between my husband and me? It's more like a friendship that developed into a romantic relationship. So, I know what kind of person he used to be. He's not exactly promiscuous, but he's the kind of guy who'd take anyone for free, basically unable to resist those unexpected advances.

No matter how boldly I boasted to him at our wedding, without facing the actual situation, I still wouldn't dare to make any grand promises like "from now on, he'll be my devoted follower, and all girls and older women can get lost!" So, I secretly treated this as a test for him. If even a broken horse could turn back and eat his rotten grass, then what's the point of me staying with him? I should just pack up and leave the battlefield.

After returning home, I didn't say anything to my husband. I sat silently in the study while he played his games, and I read my gossip. Then I washed up and went to bed.
At midnight, the climax came again.
The moment the phone rang, every nerve in my body was awakened. It was her! It must be her! But I didn't get up, just stayed in bed. My husband was still half asleep and didn't want to reach out to answer, so it kept ringing, then stopping, then ringing again. I was really annoyed, so I kicked my husband and answered the phone.
Then I strained my ears to listen. Unfortunately, damn it, at that moment I made up my mind again: tomorrow I must buy my husband a domestic mobile phone with a speakerphone-like receiver.
My husband didn't put the phone on speaker this time, but he spoke up after a short while: "Go to sleep, if you're lonely, go find a gigolo. I don't have time to listen to your nagging." He hung up. He turned off his phone.
Sigh, my dear husband, how can you be so rude? Your words are so hurtful. She had a past with you, how could you be so heartless? How could you so cruelly hurt a broken horse that had turned back? You've disappointed me so much. My heart is bursting with disappointment. One by one.
If you think this midnight is over, you've underestimated my climax.
My phone rang again. Sigh, the karma for not turning off my phone before bed.

Without thinking, I knew it was her. Before she could speak, I said, "So-and-so told you to go find a gigolo, you're not here to borrow money, are you?"
There was silence for a while, probably trying to calm herself down. Just as I was getting impatient, she spoke up: "I really want to have a child with him, please give me a chance..."
I was moved, truly. I'm a literary-minded girl steeped in Guo Jingming's writings, so I'm particularly prone to kindness and sadness. I was thinking, "What a great love! Even if we can't be together, I'll still have a son with your sperm to fantasize about."
I poured my heart out to her, saying, "Beautiful lady, are you sick? Seriously, if you're sick, go see a doctor, don't delay."
My ex repeated, "I just want to have his child.
" I calmly replied, "You're the only one in the world with a uterus? Can't I have a child?"
My husband looked at me, confused, wondering what she'd said that made me blurt out that. I smiled, pointed to his genitals, and said, "She needs to borrow this."
My ex overheard this and said, "I thought he'd come back, but… so I'll still have his child, to be with me for the rest of my life."
I put myself in her shoes again, asking, "So-and-so, do you really love him that much? So much that even if we can't be together, you'd still have his child and burden the rest of your life with it?"
My ex said, "You know about our past..."
I said, "I know, that's why I suspect it. You were the one who dumped him after saying you wanted to marry a rich man, and now you're saying you want to have his child..."
Before I could finish, my ex interrupted, "I was young then, I didn't understand anything, but now I do
." I interrupted, "So you've come back to break up my family, is that it?
" Damn it, even good girls need sleep! Disturbing my sleep for two nights in a row, even if it's just someone waking me up to pee, I should get angry! I

'll post the part I wrote at home yesterday when I get home tonight. Now I'm writing the part that made me suffer in silence; thinking about it now almost makes me want to vomit blood!!!"
After two consecutive late-night phone calls, my ex was quiet for two or three days, but then that Friday night, she made a grand reappearance.
Friday noon, my husband called and said he was going straight to a certain restaurant after work, that guy A was treating him to dinner. I was thinking, "That bastard must be asking my husband for something again."
When we arrived at the restaurant, there were quite a few people there, not just A. His old friends B, C, D, E, F, and D were all there too. However, apart from A, who was treating, no one brought their girlfriends. I was quite confused about this gathering, because A isn't the type to treat people to dinner for no reason, nor would he be so kind as to invite so many brothers out just for a get-together.
My confusion didn't last long.

After those two phone calls, my husband and I talked it over briefly and concluded that my ex was acting strangely. And since there were no further developments in the next two days, we didn't pursue it further, thinking we'd deal with it as it came.
My husband was sitting to my left, and F was to my right. I asked curiously, "What's going on today?" F said, "Nothing much, just A organizing this get-together. It's been a long time since everyone's been here together like this." I laughed and said, "This guy must have either struck it rich or got a terminal illness."
Over the next half hour, people gradually arrived, except for one seat next to A, which was still empty. Someone shouted, "Damn it, who hasn't arrived yet? Everyone should be here by now!" A said, "The mystery guest is coming soon."
My husband and I exchanged a shocked glance; our premonition was so tragic.

My husband patted my hand under the table and turned to me, saying, "If it really is her, if you want to fight, go outside. Don't let A pay for the food and then have to pay for the bowls." I smiled knowingly, "Don't worry, honey, I understand."
When my ex clattered in her high heels, everyone except my husband, A, and me was quite surprised. We immediately stood up and started exchanging pleasantries: "When did you come back, beautiful lady? You're getting more and more beautiful! Where are you making your fortune, beautiful lady…" My ex
went to another city after breaking up with my husband and only came back a few days ago. I don't know if she came back to settle down, just to kill time, or to steal my husband away.
After my ex sat down, she smiled sweetly, exchanging pleasantries with everyone. She spoke with a confident and poised manner, not the fake lady who would respond to every question with "yes," "okay," or "right"...
Someone must have realized the awkwardness of our relationship, but my ex and I remained nonchalant, as if no one cared.
The dinner began, and my tragedy unfolded.

My ex clearly had taken the time to dress up; her makeup was meticulous, unlike me, who came straight from the office with nothing but foundation, sunscreen, and mascara.
A, being the one treating, naturally started with a drink, explaining that the dinner was actually initiated by my beautiful ex, who had made a fortune and missed everyone, so she asked me to surprise them.
Everyone showered my ex with praise, saying she hadn't forgotten her brothers even after becoming rich, showing true loyalty.
F, who's sitting next to me, is probably the closest to my husband's group of friends. He teased me while drinking, saying, "You're pretty shameless, aren't you? You're here to freeload off your husband. A called and said no family members allowed, it's a men's event." A
shiver ran through me; I realized there really was something fishy going on at this dinner.

Before I could even formulate a strategy, my ex started talking over drinks. She spoke with such sincerity, saying how tough the past two years had been, and how comforting it was to be home with her old friends. She added that she was tired now and felt more comfortable nestled with her parents. She promised to help her out whenever she needed a get-together…
Finally, holding her glass, she said, “So-and-so, I won’t hold grudges about the past. I don’t have many friends back home, so let’s treat each other like sisters from now on. I’ll drink this, everyone else can drink as you please…” Before I could even reply, she’d downed most of her glass of baijiu…
The men were all stunned. Some looked at me, some at their glasses. That glass would have taken at least half a round, and she’d only taken her second sip… Was she trying to kill us? But a woman had drunk it so earnestly; how could any man just drink it casually? So, they all held their breath and started pouring their own.
My mind was still reeling from her words about not holding a grudge about the past. Holding my glass, my heart pounded. I was furious! When did I ever do anything to offend her that made her so forgiving?! Turning to my husband, I saw him down his drink and frantically eating meat to stave off the alcohol. Damn it, what a dense idiot! Didn't he realize they were slandering his wife? All he did was eat!

When I go out to eat with my husband and his friends, I don't like those awkward situations. My husband might say, "My wife can't drink," or "If there's alcohol, I'll drink it for her," because I can hold my liquor. So, I usually drink with them in the first round, and then I'm free to drink in the second.
So, I was holding a large glass of baijiu, practically full. When A took his first sip, I only took a small sip because I hadn't eaten much. My ex, however, had prepared beforehand and downed almost half of it in his first sip.
Everyone else had finished, and I was just sitting there with my glass, not saying a word, probably not looking too good.
My husband snapped out of it and said, "No, no, that's too much of a fuss. I can't let my wife drink like that." Everyone agreed, saying, "Sure, sure, Chai He Niu can drink as much as she wants, no problem."
At that moment, a lot of thoughts flashed through my mind. If I drank, I wouldn't have to fight anymore; I could just hide under the table. If I didn't drink, I'd already lost in terms of presence. Look how straightforward my ex was! What kind of person am I, all hesitant and awkward? But, should I really drink…?

I've been friends since childhood, not the type to be a studious girl, nor the type to mess around outside. So I'm definitely not the kind of obedient girl who cries for her mom or pleads with her husband for help with every little thing. After a brief struggle, I smiled.
My ex drank it all, so I couldn't hold my girlfriends back. But girlfriends, I'm telling you, you really have to drink another glass before I can drink this.
Everyone looked at the two of us, then at her, and without a word.
I continued, "The person who said the wrong thing while offering a drink has to punish themselves, right?" Then I looked at everyone innocently.
My ex laughed too; I guess everyone at the table was chilled by our sly smiles. She said, "So, did everyone figure out what I did wrong?" Huh? Did you figure it out? You're
such a sharp-eared girl. I should have calmed down by now, but I was so annoyed by her that I couldn't wait to cut to the chase: "Ex, you didn't say anything wrong, so tell everyone what I did to offend you that you need to forgive me for?" Sigh, I brought this on myself.

My ex said, "Sigh, forget it, it's all in the past. There's no point in bringing it up now. Enjoy your drink, you don't need to drink like us. Everyone, eat your food, eat your food, this dish is good..."
Where did that weak, lewd woman from the late-night phone call go? Where did that lovesick, foolish woman who kept saying she wanted to have a child for my husband go? Now, standing before me, what is she but a heavily armed female warrior?

Let's step back from this afternoon's dramatic, TVB-style family drama and give you some more background.

Seeing people say their husbands are bad, that they don't do enough, I can only say that there are no perfect men for us to choose from. These beasts scattered throughout the world all come with a lot of flaws mixed with a few good points. I've long since come to terms with this, so as long as he has one thing I like, I'll turn a blind eye to the rest. I can't be too demanding.

Actually, the reason I kept emphasizing to my ex that she left my husband to find a rich man was because, no matter what, I know my husband must have wronged her, but I had to tell her that my husband hadn't done anything to wrong you that made you act like this when you came back.

My ex's mother thought her daughter was an absolute angel and that she absolutely had to marry into a wealthy family to make her life worthwhile. To her, my husband's middle-class family was simply beneath her. But I suspect the real reason my ex left him wasn't just because of her mother's grand vision. On the other hand, my husband during that period was genuinely a source of worry for her. It's possible she was truly exhausted and couldn't continue the relationship, so she chose a more respectable excuse to leave. "I'm going to marry my rich grandfather. Goodbye, you good-for-nothing younger brother." My ex's mistake was leaving her current husband before finding a better match.

At that time, my husband didn't care about his family business at all, had a bunch of female friends, and couldn't distinguish between casual sex partners and serious friends. Now, in a more sober and realistic light, I have to thank my ex to some extent. It was her suffering that shaped my husband's later growth, allowing me to enjoy the fruits of his labor today. So, I can accept her resentment, hatred, and flirting with me with empathy. But everything has its limits. I'm kind, I care about you, and I don't want to lose face as your husband, but you really can't play dirty tricks on me, because my nickname is the Red-Clad Ghost. (

Interlude over, back to the plot.)
My ex said, "Sigh, forget it, the past is the past, there's no point in bringing it up now. Enjoy your drink, you don't need to be like us. Everyone, eat your food, eat your food, this dish is good..."
Where did that weak, lewd woman from the late-night phone call go? Where did that lovesick, foolish woman who kept saying she wanted to have a child for my husband go? Now, what is she but a heavily armed female warrior?
You underestimated her. She must have learned something in the past year or so; she's not the ex who was driven crazy by her husband's other women anymore.
You're holding this glass of wine; if you drink it, you'll choke, but if you don't, you'll seem petty. You really can't fight an unprepared battle.
Seeing my pale face, my husband took the glass from my hand and said, "You spendthrift wife, behave yourself! Aren't you planning to have a baby with me? You dare drink this much and you're acting like you're rebelling?" I thought it was better to lose face than to choke myself, so I put down the glass. Then my husband half-jokingly smiled at my ex and said, "Hey girl, you've been out there for two years, why aren't you being honest anymore? My simple girl has never done anything to wrong you, don't go around spouting nonsense.
" My ex laughed and said, "If she didn't wrong me, then what wronged me?"
Sigh, I knew it! Sooner or later I'd have to pay for his romantic escapades.

I'm a person who cares about my image, and being left hanging after speaking unclearly wasn't pleasant, so of course I couldn't let it go; I had to wait for my chance. I was plotting.
But by then, all the guys present had probably already guessed the details of our relationship, and judging from my ex's tolerant expression, it was definitely my husband and I in cahoots. Sigh, men are so easy to fool, especially beautiful women.
Is the dinner party really just beginning? It feels like it's going to drag on forever.
I waited and waited, and finally it was my turn to bring the drinks. My husband had already brought drinks to welcome my ex back, expressed his longing for a few buddies he hadn't seen in a while, and thanked A for his generous hospitality. So, without further ado, I got straight to the point.
It's really a shame that I'm the only one who came with so-and-so to ruin this guys' gathering since no one brought girlfriends. But, like my ex, I'm one of you guys. Don't treat us like girls. You can chat and laugh as you please, don't let us spoil the fun. My ex just said she'd treat me like a sister from now on. That's a bit too formal. I've never treated her like a sister, even though she might not be entirely clear-headed or have made things up. But that doesn't matter. I still treat her like a sister. What's wrong with having a brain-dead kid with so-and-so? I'm not as manly as my ex, but I'll still finish this half-glass. Please feel free to do as you please; I'm really not here to ruin your party.
By then, I'd already eaten something, so I felt confident, and my glass was less than half full. So, I pretended to finish mine. After putting down my glass, I said, "Ex, you have to tell me what I did wrong. If you tell me, I'll change. We're friends, aren't we?"
My ex hadn't finished her drink. I guess she'd been putting on a show earlier and was now being careful. She swirled the remaining wine in her glass, then slowly looked up and said, "You've been a mistress for so long, have you forgotten who the real wife is?"

Perhaps the shock was too much, because I couldn't respond. Everyone at the table stared at me, jaws dropping.
"What, what, what? I'm a mistress? I'm a mistress? I'm a mistress?!"
That was the first thing I said after recovering from the shock. So lacking in finesse, a complete blunder.
Sigh, everyone at the table realized then that they weren't there for a meal, but to watch two women fight. Brother A was too kind, providing both food and entertainment.
My ex was quite agitated, her usual sunny and warm smile gone. But I strongly suspect every step was meticulously planned—how to provoke me, how to feign hurt yet appear generous, how to feign resentment yet forgiveness. Sigh, I've run into trouble.
My ex, struggling to calm the painful memories flooding back, looked at me earnestly and said, "Hey girl, do you have to reopen old wounds to feel better? Do you have to make things so unpleasant for everyone? Why do you have to pretend to be virtuous when you're being a slut?"
I was shocked. Really, it turns out I'm the slut. It turns out the woman who calls other women's husbands in the middle of the night saying, "Let me have your child," isn't a slut. It turns out the foolish wife who puts herself in someone else's shoes and strategically backs down time and time again is the slut. The world is truly beautiful.
The poster, with a short temper, was completely out of the question at that moment. So, she made a fatal mistake that night, blurting out, "You're the bitch! Your whole family are bitches! You're a bitch, your mom's a bitch, your dad's a bitch!"
Ugh, look at the utterly pathetic nonsense she spouted!
Her ex cried, tears streaming down her face, but her eyes remained resolute, as if she were bravely enduring her pain. Everyone at the table looked at her, some with disdain, some even with anger. Why? The poster remembered—her ex's father had died when she was very young, and her mother had raised her alone.

As the saying goes, "Don't hit someone in the face, don't expose their weaknesses," how could she rub salt in their wounds? The poster was so mean. "Where the hell is my damn husband? Where the hell are you? Your wife has become a shrew in front of everyone!!!"
Now, upon closer analysis, the original poster realized that the mistake was not continuing to reason with her ex and presenting the facts, but instead impulsively using foul language. People who are in the wrong always speak louder and use more profanity. Coupled with her husband's past lifestyle, all the guys present had knowing looks on their faces, as if they had just heard some shocking revelation. "Oh, so you're the other woman..."
Her husband went on and on in her ear, but she didn't hear a word he said. Her head was spinning, and she wanted to rush over and hit her, but with her tearful face, she figured if she rushed at her, a man would have to come and hit her instead. She looked too much like the one who was bullying her.
My ex, fighting back tears, said, "You two think I don't know anything? I was trying to save face for you, but you two are too shameless. When I was still with so-and-so, you, you, you idiot, called him in the middle of the night and said, 'Honey, I'll have your baby.' Okay... do you think I'm deaf? Do you think I'm stupid? I just loved him too much... I gave you my spot, and I didn't expect you to be grateful, but you can't be so shameless..."
The poster was speechless, her heart pounding like a 180-pounder, her hands trembling like she was on a high. She's not very skilled; she acted all high and mighty before, but now she's completely chickened out.

Those who said the poster was cunning, now that they see her amateurish abilities, they're disgusted, aren't they? They should just leave! Those of you who wanted to learn her tricks, young women, middle-aged women, come on over! I'll tell you how powerful your idol ex really is.
Now that it's all over, I'm still getting a heart pounding and want to slam my fist on the table as I recount this. Some things are clearer in hindsight, and there could have been many different ways to handle them, but the circumstances, the moment, the situation—it was all fate.
Some readers suggested I just get up and leave, but I can only say you're incredibly strong-willed. My personality can't tolerate the ambiguous looks people give my husband and me. How can I let someone throw shit at me, wipe their face, say it's okay, thankfully it's fresh, and then walk away? I'm staying to keep fighting.
My husband just asked me what I've been doing all night, and I said I've decided to write a book. I've even thought of a title: "Fucked Life, Fucked B, Fucked Mistress Challenges Fucked Wife." My husband said I'm vulgar, always using vulgar language. I said, "Why don't you admit you're vulgar when you're doing that to me?" He silently went back to his game, that damned World of Warcraft, he's been playing it for ages and never seems to get tired of it.
Back to the main topic.
The original poster (OP) is easily moved to tears and rarely cries, except for the death of a loved one. If she had cried then, public opinion might have been more favorable.
But instead, she stubbornly maintained her sullen face and, in a harsh voice, shouted, "How shameless! Have you been sleeping with directors all these past two years? How can your acting be so good? You could win an award for making up lies! Ask them, who doesn't know when so-and-so and I got together?! Ask them!!!
" Why did OP even ask others? She could have just answered herself. With her husband's terrible reputation and her ex's brilliant performance, who would dare confidently stand up and vouch for them?

Everyone looked at each other, leaving OP speechless. Luckily, her worthless man still had a mouth that could talk, besides eating.
He said, "Ex, you're being really pathetic. If anyone should apologize, it's me. It has absolutely nothing to do with my girlfriend. I only started pursuing her almost six months after we broke up. What kind of nonsense are you making up? What were you up to tonight?"
The poster tried to calm herself down, but was still fuming, like a rooster about to explode. Looking back, she realized how tactless and pathetic she was.
Her ex, crying, looked at her husband with a pained expression. "Hey, we were in love, and I'm happy for you now. Can we stop this? I invited everyone over to have a good time. Can we just eat properly? My girlfriend, no matter what, you have to treat her well. It's unfair to me now that I'm unhappy..."
Had the poster lost her memory? Was she really a homewrecker back then? Did she really break up her ex and husband? Was she guilty? The poster was truly bewildered because her ex's expression and tone were so convincing; no one believed it was fake. Ex, seriously, tell me, which internationally renowned director have you slept with these past two years? I'm at a loss for words...
During the argument, my husband's friends tried to mediate, but it's awkward for a bunch of men to say anything when two women are arguing. A, who was treating us, looked even more embarrassed, glancing between me and my ex, unsure what to say. In the silence, A blurted out something, sounding quite sincere, but it completely shattered my confidence. A said, "Hey, girl, that's enough. Let your ex be happy since she just got back.
" Who made whom unhappy? Is my husband's past really so hard to erase? Do I really look like a homewrecker? Why doesn't anyone believe us?! God, my husband and I are innocent!!!

F, who sits next to me, is more familiar with us and knows me fairly well, but he didn't really have the right to support me. These things are really hard to explain; there's no evidence. But he still stepped in to help us out.
He said, "Hey, take your girlfriend home. Arguing with her won't get you anywhere. Talk to your ex properly later. It's not good with everyone watching."
My husband's face turned green with anger. He stood up and yelled at his ex, "Ex, I never saw through you! So you're cunning! Congratulations to your mother, she finally raised you to adulthood! From now on, stay away from us. Don't keep making those harassing phone calls in the middle of the night. You can complain all you want today, but anyone who believes you is a moron." He then grabbed me and started to leave. I
was furious, but I didn't have the energy to argue with her anymore. I thought, "Let others believe me or not, as long as my husband knows his ex's true colors, that's enough." I grabbed my bag and walked out.
My ex suddenly burst into tears behind me, saying, "I'm so sorry everyone, I'm so sorry, don't believe me, I was just talking nonsense..."
I lost control. I turned around, grabbed the nearest plate of food, and nimbly splashed it in her face. Then, like a madman, I screamed at the top of my lungs, "Ex, I'll f*** your mother!"
My husband and I turned and left. The sight of our backs was truly tragic.
For over twenty years, I've been a free spirit, always boasting of my forthrightness and outspokenness, but that day, I was truly suffering in silence, forced to endure the bitterness.
The strange thing about life is that you can suddenly encounter a truly awful person and have a moment of pure bliss.

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