My wife was watching her porn, and I handed her the divorce papers. (Repost)

I still can't forget what happened. Maybe it was the anger during the process, maybe the pleasure of revenge, or maybe it was my somewhat twisted mentality.

From dating to marriage, my love life was happy and smooth, with plenty of romance and passion. Although we were sometimes bothered by trivial matters, overall it was happy.

After dating my girlfriend for five years, we walked down the aisle in Prague Square despite our parents' objections. Because of our parents' opposition, only a few close friends attended the wedding, making the whole process simple yet filled with a happy atmosphere. When we bowed to each other, I asked her if she felt wronged. She said that she had no regrets about marrying me because I knew she would always

love me. I shed a few tears at the wedding. I kissed the pure hand of the woman I loved so deeply.

My wife is a lecturer at a university. Her life is very structured; she gets up early every day to go to work, comes home in the evening to cook and shower, and then we watch TV together for a while. I run a small company, and although I have a lot of social engagements, I try my best to come home early to be with my wife. We always manage to find something enjoyable to share in the evenings. Looking back, that was probably the happiest time of my life

—a life lived like a real man. Sometimes, when I'm out, some clients might try to use seduction techniques, but I always try my best to control myself, remembering the words my wife spoke on our wedding night.

Our life is simple yet structured, peaceful yet full of passion. Our friends envy us as a happy couple, each successful in our careers and deeply in love.

But just as I was immersed in this happiness, I was unaware that something was slowly shattering those sweet vows we made. Sometimes when I call my wife, her phone is always busy.

I didn't think much of it at the time, assuming she was just busy at school. When she came home in the evening, I asked her, and she said it was because students were checking their grades. I believed her without thinking much of it. But for a while after that, she started coming home less frequently at night. When I called, her phone was either busy or switched off. With my wife not coming home, I had to prepare food for myself. Maybe it's because we're used to being together, but I never feel like I can eat anything alone. Around 10 pm, my wife came home, looking very tired. I asked why she was home so late, and she didn't even look at me before saying she was busy at school, then she collapsed into bed. Seeing how haggard she looked, I said, "Why don't you quit? I can support you." She replied, "I don't need you to support me; I want to rely on myself." At the time, I admired my wife's independent nature. One night, she said she was thirsty, so I brought her some water. Perhaps I had spoiled her in the past, as I was used to taking good care of her. My wife drank it all in one gulp and then fell asleep immediately, without giving me a sweet kiss like before. I felt a little sad.

That's life; when you try not to guess, reasons to guess keep popping up. The next night, my wife said she might be home late. I offered to pick her up, but she quickly said no, she'd come home by herself. I said I was worried about her being alone at night, but she impatiently said I wasn't a child and hung up. Hearing the dial tone, I felt uneasy. Around 10 pm, my wife came home, said she was going to sleep, and lay down on the bed. After watching TV, I lay down next to her. It had been a long time since we'd done this, so I put my hand on her breast. My wife impatiently said she was tired and turned away. I stood there stunned for a long time, feeling like I'd been slapped. All the signs made me suspicious. I was torn by conflicting emotions, struggling with my conscience. The more I thought about it, the more I berated myself for not trusting her. But as a man, I couldn't overcome my instincts. So, I secretly took my wife's phone to see what messages she'd sent. I felt like a thief, but I never expected that I, the thief, would steal the very thing I least wanted to steal. The first message was: "My dear baby, I miss your unforgettable delicate hands. See you at our usual place tonight." The next one was: "Your madness has made me realize the meaning of life. My life is completely yours from now on..."

Looking at the woman sleeping beside me, I really wanted to grab a kitchen knife and chop her up. However, reason told me that would be pointless. A strong desire for revenge made me start plotting my own plan.

I remembered telling her when we were dating that if she ever betrayed me, I would have a perfect way to get revenge. I got dressed, sat in the living room all night, and spent the whole night sleeping, looking at the luxuriously decorated house. I felt it was slowly being destroyed...

As soon as my wife opened her eyes this morning, I placed a bowl of hot poached eggs in front of her and said, "Get up, you lazybones, drink this and go to work. I'll take you." My wife gave me a slightly surprised look, then kissed me like a happy little rabbit and went to wash up. When she pressed her lips, which had been kissed by someone else, against mine, I felt utterly disgusted. My heart was filled with hatred for this hypocritical woman. But watching her run around like a child, my thoughts drifted back to our courtship. Whenever I surprised her, she would play like a child.

I asked myself if I should explain, because I didn't want the person I loved so deeply to experience the pain of losing everything. I had originally planned to make her happy for the rest of my life, but now I was making plans to make her suffer for the rest of her life. Just as I was about to soften, the nauseating message from last night reminded me that I was a man. My pride made me erase all the beautiful memories we once shared. She came back and drank the soup I made. I couldn't help but look at her. When she saw me staring at her strangely, she punched me and said, "What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a beautiful woman before?"

I forced a smile and said, "You're so beautiful, even more beautiful than before."

After my wife left, I didn't go to work. Instead, I borrowed a car from a friend because I was afraid my wife would recognize me. Around 6 PM, I waited at the gate of her school to see what would happen. Around 7 PM, my wife came out alone. I felt a surge of joy, hoping she would stay alone and that my suspicions were wrong. I saw her walking towards home from the car and wanted to follow her and call her in. I was incredibly happy, thinking I would confess my suspicions to my wife when we got home. Just as I was about to rush up and kiss her, I saw her take her phone out of her pocket. My heart skipped a beat, and my joy vanished in an instant. At that moment, I saw a Honda pull up beside her, and she got in. I followed the car, and at that moment, I wanted to stomp on it and kill that despicable couple. I went to a coffee shop with Zhen and the others, and waited outside for two whole hours, feeling a mix of emotions. The thought that my wife might be in another man's arms made me feel like I'd swallowed a fly. While I was lost in thought, I saw her come out arm in arm with that man, chatting and laughing. I barely managed to resist the urge to slap her.

I saw the man kiss her on the cheek before getting into a car and driving away. She hailed a taxi and headed home, arriving before her. My wife saw me sitting on the sofa watching TV and came over to tell me that the school was sending several teachers out for training, and she had been selected. I pretended to be happy and said, "Then you have to be careful. I'm really worried you won't be used to being alone without me." I don't know how I could say that without batting an eye. She said she wouldn't, that she was a grown woman. I said I would miss her terribly, and that as long as she was okay, I wouldn't worry about anything. My wife looked away and said, "Don't worry, I'll be fine." Then she sat on my lap and said she was too tired to cook dinner. I really wanted to kick her off, but I forced myself to say, "Take a break, I'll make you some noodles." When I brought the noodles back, I saw her packing her luggage. I thought to myself, "She's in such a hurry to meet that man, I really want to pour the soup on her face and disfigure her." When she saw me, she said, "You help me pack, I'll go eat something." I packed her clothes with immense frustration, feeling like I was helping her do something that would hurt her, but for revenge, I endured everything.

My wife left early in the morning and spent the whole morning alone at home in a daze. In the afternoon, I was at the school gate again to see what would happen. Just like yesterday, she got into that man's car again. I followed them closely. This time they went straight to a hotel. I started to imagine my wife being pinned down by someone else, moaning, and I felt like vomiting.

I waited outside the hotel for two hours, remembering she said she was going on a business trip and wouldn't be home that night, so I went back like a zombie. I was thinking about how many times she'd be fucked that night. When I got home, I drank a bottle of 8-ounce Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) and then called Si'er. An hour later, Si'er arrived and asked what was wrong. I said, "Your sister-in-law is having an affair." Si'er immediately said, "I'll go find someone to chop that guy up right now." I told him to sit down. After a while, I said, "Go to the Pan Tao Hotel, find out which room they're in, and install a camera there." Si'er roughly understood what I meant and nodded. I took out 30,000 yuan and said, "Go do it." Then I collapsed on the sofa and slept all night.

The next evening, Si'er said everything was done. I don't know what I was thinking. I felt like I just wanted to prove I married a slut. I kept thinking about them having sex. I couldn't do anything. Whether it was love or hate, I was still thinking about her. So I called her. The call connected. I asked when she was coming back. She said she'd just settled in and hadn't decided yet, probably at least a week. I said I missed her. She said I missed her too, and told me not to go out and mess around. I said I definitely wouldn't, and that she shouldn't either. She paused, then said angrily, "I'm angry! Do I look like that kind of person?" I said I was just saying. I'm starting to hate women who want to be promiscuous but also pretend to be virtuous.

That night, thinking about them together, I forced myself to go to a prostitute to find balance. The woman was a college student. She came in and took off her clothes without saying a word. I asked how old she was, and she said 20. I thought about how pure my wife was at 20, and now... Thinking of my wife, I started to throw myself at that student without any reason... For a week, I wallowed in this depravity, trying to find some balance, to forget some of the hatred, and to keep my instinct for sleep.

A week later, my wife came back and asked if I missed her. I said of course, I couldn't sleep all day. My wife even pretended to be in heat and called me a big pervert. My emotions at that moment greatly tested my self-control. The next day, Si'er brought over a videotape. I casually threw it on the table. Si'er said, "The picture is very clear, Brother Jun, don't think too much about it. There are plenty of women. This kind of 'sex' isn't worth it." I shouted, "Shut up!" Si'er saw that terrifying expression and didn't dare to speak. I said, "Go and teach that guy a lesson. Don't kill him. Cripple his genitals." Si'er said "Okay" and left. That

night, my wife came back with undisguised sadness on her face. I asked what was wrong. She said nothing, a friend of hers had some trouble. I asked what happened, and offered to take care of it. She said no, it was nothing, and then gave me a strange look. Seeing my puzzled expression, she didn't say anything and went to sleep.

The next day, Si'er called, saying he was scared of the guy and would never dare to seduce his sister-in-law again. I said, "Alright, that's none of your business. Tell him to stay away from Xinxiang."

My wife came home that evening looking haggard. I guessed it was because the man had disappeared. She went to bed without saying a word. I went into the bedroom and reached under the covers. She impatiently pushed me away. I yelled, "What's wrong?" My wife was startled by my shout, because I had never done that to her before. She said, "What's wrong?" I said, "It's been so long since we did it." She said, "I really don't want to." I said, "It's okay, let's watch some porn together." At my insistence, my wife and I sat down at the computer. My wife sat down listlessly. As the video slowly started playing, I noticed her expression growing increasingly surprised. I pretended not to know anything and asked, "What's wrong?" She looked at me in surprise. I pretended to watch the porn intently, then acted just as surprised as she was. I turned to look at her. She looked at me with an embarrassed expression and said, "I never thought you were this kind of person." I didn't say anything, but slapped her across the face and said, "I never thought my wife was an actress. Listen to how well she moans!" My wife covered her face and shook her head repeatedly. Then I began the sarcastic remarks I had prepared for a long time.

Then I handed her a divorce agreement...

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