When My Husband Courted His Mistress, I Had Already Stopped Loving Him
I had been married for four years when my husband’s mistress ran away.
She left only a note: “Sorry, I’m running off with my bestie. Bye–bye!”
And so, the man who had never stumbled over a woman before went crazy searching for her for three months.
He put on a grand show of chasing after his mistress, turning me into a laughingstock all over social media.
Later, he dragged her back.
She came to me, sighing with feigned distress:
“I don’t want to ruin your marriage. But what can I do? Alexander seems to really like me.”
“Why don’t you just step aside?”
In the past, I would have been furious, bristling with anger to defend my dignity.
But this time, I truly didn’t care anymore.
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On the seventh day after finding his mistress, Alexander finally came home.
Seeing me sitting quietly at the dining table, he was momentarily surprised. “It’s so late, you’re not asleep yet?”
Wariness and impatience immediately rose in his eyes. “Out with it. What drama do you want to make this time?”
Ever since his mistress had disappeared, he had caused a citywide uproar trying to find her.
Our interactions had turned into endless arguments.
But this time, I swallowed all my emotions.
I didn’t ask why he had to make such a public display of affection, setting off fireworks for seven days and nights for her.
I didn’t ask why he had to trample on my dignity like this, turning me into a joke all over the internet.
I just glanced lightly at the lipstick mark on his collar and said softly, “I prepared a gift for you.”
Alexander froze, his gaze sweeping over the cold dishes on the table. He suddenly seemed to remember something.
Then he softened his expression:
“Sorry, I forgot it’s our fourth wedding anniversary today.”
“I’ll make it up to you with a gift later.”
As he spoke, he moved closer to me in a gesture of goodwill, something he hadn’t done in a long time.
But as soon as I smelled the perfume on him, I instinctively turned my face away.
His relaxed brow immediately furrowed again. “I knew you were going to give me the cold shoulder. I’m going to take a shower!”
I watched his back disappear up the stairs, then looked at the unopened gift on the table, my heart filled with sorrow.
I followed him upstairs.
His phone was charging on the dresser, constantly lighting up. In less than an hour since they’d parted, his precious mistress had already sent a string of messages.
[I miss you a little already.]
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[Waaah, you beast, after torturing me for seven days and nights, I just realized I can’t get out of bed!!!]
[What are you going to do about it??]
[Your punishment is to dream of me tonight! Hehe.]
The heart I thought was already dead suddenly ached again.
Then the pain spread to my organs and limbs.
Just then, I felt a gaze pinned on me.
I looked up abruptly to see Alexander standing there, coldly staring at me, a mocking smile on his lips.
“Seen enough?”
“Don’t tell me you’re still not used to it, Mrs. Yan.”
