I heard my husband found another girlfriend. My friends urged me to catch him cheating. I just smiled and refused. Because I also had a boyfriend to take care of. Lucas hated me and didn’t like me being around him. After enduring various humiliations from him, I got the hint and prepared to move out. I had money, and I had a man. I just didn’t expect my mother-in-law to suddenly call me back to the family house. She smiled and held my hand. [Hazel, you and Lucas just need a child. Everything will be fine once you have a baby.] I pulled my hand away. Have a child? How is that possible? Even if I wanted to, Lucas would definitely tell me to get lost if he knew. My mother-in-law seemed not to notice my attitude and grabbed my hand again, still smiling. “Hazel, Mom knows you’ve been wronged these three years.” “I’ve already scolded him harshly. Don’t worry, he’s sincerely repentant this time. You two should spend more time together, and everything will be fine once you have a child.” “Give him one more chance, just one! Okay?” After speaking, my mother-in-law called out towards the door. A cold-faced man walked in reluctantly from outside. My mother-in-law glared at him and continued to persuade me. “Lucas is just a bit cold, but he still cares about you. Look, as soon as I mentioned you wanted a divorce, he came running back.” Lucas sat on the sofa, his brows slightly furrowed, revealing a hint of displeasure. He looked up and glanced at me. His eyes were cold and indifferent. The chill in his gaze made me shudder. “I, I don’t think that’s necessary, Mom. You know, feelings can’t be forced.” Forcing it would only lead to bitter results! At first, I was trapped in a corner, unable to see clearly. Now, with the fog cleared, I knew that leaving was the best solution. My mother-in-law’s voice took on a worried tone: “Hazel, you know that parents’ greatest wish is for their children to be happy.” After saying this, she looked up at me. Seeing that I didn’t respond and remained silent, she thought I was starting to waver: “Six months, try to get along with Lucas for six months.” “It’s not about time…” “Two months.” “Mom, Lucas and I really can’t go on, we…” “Hazel.” My mother-in-law’s smile completely disappeared, her tone carrying a hint of pressure: “Do you remember our first meeting three years ago?” With that one sentence, all my words were swallowed back. Debts must be repaid, and favors are hard to return. On this matter, I would never have the right to speak. Pursing my lips, I sighed softly: “Alright, Mom. Two months it is.” Only Lucas and I were left in the room. “Don’t overthink it. I didn’t ask my mom to do this.” I stood up and moved to sit on the sofa opposite Lucas. This position was a bit further from him. He looked up and scoffed lightly. “What are you pretending for? Do you think I believe you? Hazel, even if it’s two months or two years, my feelings for you won’t change. I hope you won’t humiliate yourself again.” “Mm, I understand.” I’ve heard such words too many times; I’m numb to them now. Perhaps because I was too calm this time. A strange emotion flashed in Lucas’s eyes, but it quickly returned to normal. “Good that you understand.” Seeing that I wasn’t paying attention to him anymore, just typing on my phone. He seemed a bit displeased. “Hazel, you know I don’t love you, right? You know I have a girl I like outside, right? Are you feeling uncomfortable about it?” Noisy and childish. What he said used to hurt me, but now it just annoyed me. After finishing editing the text. I walked to the printer. Soon after. I sat back on the sofa with two pages of paper, keeping one for myself and pushing the other across the table to Lucas. “See if there’s anything you want to add.” Lucas seemed to take an eternity to read that single page. After a while. He frowned and asked me: “What do you mean by this?” I said calmly. “A mutual agreement, for two months, we don’t interfere with each other, and we don’t cross any lines.”
My marriage to Lucas was arranged entirely by his mother. One was secretly happy, the other resented it. On our wedding night. Lucas stood at the bedroom door with a look of disgust. He said: [Hazel, I really underestimated you. Women like you, playing the sympathy card is your tactic, right? Getting close to my mom, getting close to me, then becoming Mrs. Gu.] [I will never like you, so you might as well give up on that idea.] After saying that, Lucas left. The next day, photos of him spending the night at a hotel with some female celebrity were leaked. The marriage was sensational, and so was the affair. The one who falls in love first loses. I cried, I made a fuss, I even begged pitifully. The result was only more humiliation from Lucas, his new flame, and his friends. When he forcefully pressed me down, he sneered: [Hazel, why are you pretending to be a chaste woman? Isn’t this what you’ve been wanting me to do to you?] Afterwards, he threw an agreement at me. [I’ve already given you what you wanted. Sign this, and from now on, we’ll live our separate lives, and neither of us will bother the other.] After slapping him, I signed it without hesitation. Not for any other reason, just afraid he might act like a beast again. I completely gave up on Lucas. It was like a sudden enlightenment. I no longer cared about which girl Lucas was seeing, nor did I focus all my attention on him. All I cared about was the balance in my bank account. That balance that increased every month. Money I couldn’t spend, a husband who never came home, and a caring boyfriend. How did I not understand this before! “If you don’t have anything to add, just sign it.” Although we’re married, we both have our own affairs. We should still avoid suspicion where necessary. I understand this principle. Looking up, I met Lucas’s dark eyes. He just stared at me like that, his gaze unclear and complex. I knew he probably thought this was another one of my tactics. “Don’t worry, I’m sincere. If you don’t believe me, you can have someone look it over for you.” “I don’t have any other intentions towards you anymore.” Lucas immediately frowned, his deep voice repeating my words. “You don’t have any other intentions towards me anymore?” I smiled: “Mm, not anymore.” After a long while. “I can sign, but it needs some changes.” I poured myself a cup of tea. Normal. Lucas was probably just worried the agreement wasn’t strong enough and wanted to add a few more conditions. He threw the paper back on the coffee table and leaned back against the sofa. “What do you mean by ‘can’t bring people home’? If I don’t bring them home, should I go to a hotel instead, and let my mom catch me?” “If you can’t stand seeing me sleep with others in front of you, go tell my mom, don’t ask this of me.” I looked at him in surprise. He meant he wanted to bring people home to sleep with. Thinking of that scene, I pursed my lips and said coldly: “Change that request.” “No changes. Either you don’t interfere with how many women I bring back, or I won’t sign.” To be honest, this request was a bit too much. I don’t have a hobby of watching live porn. Nor do I want to appreciate others’ most primitive activities. Just thinking about the quiet home suddenly filled with chattering women and fancy tea. It made me sick. “Well, do you agree or not?” “Do you really have to do this?” He nodded with a smile: “That’s right, this is my only request.” Our eyes met. Lucas’s aggressive gaze reminded me of that night. Humiliation, fear. Taking a deep breath. “Fine.”
The sofa was a mess. Black lace underwear, torn black stockings. There was even a condom with suspicious fluid on the floor. The smell was depressing and nauseating. My chest felt tight. A good home now looked like a seedy place. Lucas was too outrageous. Bang bang bang. I knocked hard on Lucas’s bedroom door. The one who opened the door was a scantily clad, sleepy-eyed girl. When she saw me, she was like a startled little rabbit, hiding behind Lucas, her watery eyes blinking: “Lucas, I’m scared.” Scared my ass. What did I do to scare you? Lucas held her in his arms, his tone displeased: “Hazel, apologize.” ??? The girl snuggled closer to Lucas, her voice barely audible: “Lucas, it’s okay if sis doesn’t want to, don’t be angry with sis because of me.” She looked up at me again, timidly opening her mouth: “S-sis, don’t be angry, it’s okay if you don’t apologize, I’m fine.” Wait. This made me laugh out of anger. “What did I say? From beginning to end, I didn’t say a word, right? What are you two acting out here?” Lucas’s face didn’t look good: “Then why did you come here so early in the morning?” Damn. I almost forgot the main point. I told Lucas to pay attention to hygiene in the future and clean up in time. After all, this is my home, the home I spent money and effort to decorate. After hearing this, Lucas pulled the quilt down a bit, revealing his bare upper body. He raised an eyebrow: “What? Jealous? Can’t take it already?” “I told you before, Hazel, you’re just pretending too much. You’re clearly not over me, but you’re acting all magnanimous. Feeling uncomfortable now? You should…” Lucas seemed to not understand human language, talking on his own. My frown deepened. The deeper I frowned, the more smug he became. There was a disgusting feeling like my hand had been licked after slapping him. Forget it, I don’t want this house anymore. As I was about to leave, Lucas called out to me. “Are you going to find a place to cry in secret again?” I stopped in my tracks. In the past, whenever I saw Lucas with other women, I would secretly wipe away tears. Now… I waved my phone at him. “Busy.” Lucas clearly didn’t believe me: “Just keep pretending.” Until I put the call on speaker, and a deep, captivating male voice came through. “Sis, when are you coming to keep me company?” The smile on Lucas’s face froze. He stared at me intently, and after a while, he squeezed out a few words. “Hazel, how dare you!” Dare what? Dare to find a man? Or dare to cuckold him? The atmosphere was tense. But his dear little sister couldn’t read the situation and pretended to be surprised: “Ah? Lucas, what does sis mean?” I smiled at her. “It means exactly what you think it means. He’s just like you, he likes numbers.” I replied to Jason’s message in front of Lucas. Then politely closed their bedroom door. As I left, I only heard the muffled sound of something heavy falling on the floor.
At the entrance of the Prosperity Hotel. Jason tilted his chin slightly, his delicate features carrying a hint of mischief. He hugged me tightly, his tone a bit aggrieved: “Sis, I haven’t seen you for days.” I ruffled his hair to comfort him. Persuading good people to be bad, persuading bad people to be good. It’s a hobby of people who have too much free time. Jason was the bad boy I persuaded to be good. Not for anything else, just for his good body, good looks, and good skills. Entering the hotel lobby. The more I looked, the more familiar it seemed. Then I thought of the hotel’s name. I turned to look at Jason: “Do you know who owns this hotel?” He said he didn’t know. I said it was my husband’s. After hearing this, Jason covered his mouth with both hands, looking surprised: “Ah? Really?” I nodded. He lowered his head, grabbing my arms with both hands, his words full of apology. “Then, won’t big brother find out? If big brother gets angry with sis because of this, I’ll feel very guilty.” His expression was too exaggerated, obviously intentional. It doesn’t matter, no one dislikes it when they’re the object of a flirt’s attention. If Jason wants to put effort into pleasing me, what’s wrong with that? I smiled and said it’s fine, I’m going to get divorced anyway. Jason then said resentfully: “Big brother really has no taste, not like me, I only like sis.” The elevator door opened. Jason’s hand hovered over the door frame, letting me enter first. “Wait.” Looking back. Lucas came running over, out of breath. I didn’t know how he had followed us here. Lucas steadied his breathing, his gaze fixed on Jason’s and my interlocked fingers, his expression suddenly cold. Jason wasn’t to be outdone. He switched hands to hold mine, his other arm around my shoulders, his tone lazy. “Sis, who is this?” “Lucas, my husband.” Lucas’s eyes were like knives, looking as if he wanted to stab Jason to death. He stared at Jason, but his words were directed at me. “Honey, don’t you think you owe me an explanation?” This was the first time he had called me that, emphasizing the word “honey” heavily. I took a deep breath and pulled my hand out of Jason’s grasp. Looking up, I met Lucas’s eyes. “Jason.” “My boyfriend.”
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