After Six Years of Marriage, My Husband Still Cheated For the sake of our five-year-old daughter, to mend our crumbling family, I sent Olivia, my husband’s beloved mistress, back to her hometown. I gave money to Olivia’s husband and advised him, “Your son is still young. He can’t be without a mother.” Two days later, on our sixth anniversary, I painstakingly prepared a video of our memories. I hoped it would remind him of our happiness together and stop him from destroying everything with his own hands. Jack arrived as promised. I thought this was the beginning of his change of heart. But to my horror, he brought bodyguards who forced my grandmother to kneel and apologize to Olivia’s photo. He announced on the spot that my grandmother’s company was bankrupt. He roughly snatched our crying daughter from my arms and tossed her to the bodyguards. “Emily, I gave you a good life, and you forgot your place?” he sneered. “You dare to touch my woman? I think you’ve had it too easy.” Jack’s eyes were bloodshot with disgust as he said this. I stared at him for a long time. Four years of dating, six years of marriage. We had spent the most beautiful decade together, from high school to work, from school uniforms to wedding dresses. We were one of the few campus couples who made it, but now, things had come to this. I looked at our daughter, her little face turning purple as the bodyguard covered her mouth to stifle her cries. But Jack seemed blind to this, his eyes full of dark storms as he questioned me: “Tell me, where did you send her?” My heart was filled with sorrow. I wanted to rush over and take back our daughter, to pull my grandmother away from here. But I didn’t dare, I couldn’t. My impulsive act of sending Olivia away had already caused my grandmother to lose her peace. “Let go of our daughter and let my grandmother stand up. Then I’ll tell you,” I said. Jack raised an eyebrow. He slapped me hard, knocking me to the ground. He elegantly crouched down, grabbed my hair, and yanked it back, forcing me to look up at him. “Emily, haven’t you realized your situation yet?” He contemptuously patted my face with the back of his hand. It didn’t hurt, but it was extremely humiliating. “You think I can’t find out if you don’t tell me? I’m giving you a chance to redeem yourself. Don’t be ungrateful.” He stepped on my knee-length hair, which I had kept long for him, twisting it hard. It felt like my scalp was about to be torn off. I trembled in pain, a great fear dragging me into an abyss. I couldn’t accept this. I tried to break free from his trampling, shouting with all my might: “How dare you make my grandmother kneel to that homewrecker!” “That’s the grandmother who raised me! How dare you!” Jack said nothing, just raised his other foot and stepped on my neck, with enough force to seem like he wanted to break it. My face turned purple, my neck hurt so much I couldn’t make a sound, but I still stubbornly stared at Jack. I watched the waves rolling in his eyes, about to lose all reason. My grandmother and daughter struggled and cried out to save me, but were pinned down by the bodyguards. Grandma Rose kowtowed to Jack until her head was bleeding, begging him to spare my life. “Daddy! Daddy! Lily will be good, Daddy, don’t hit Mommy!” our daughter cried. Jack didn’t respond or move, just enjoying watching us cry and struggle in his hands. I finally believed that he would make our family suffer a fate worse than death for the sake of his mistress. Just as I was about to suffocate and faint, Jack kicked me away. I clutched my neck, gasping for air, and vomited bile. The feeling of near-death lingered. I couldn’t help but think of our ten years together – the beautiful, youthful, brilliant, happy times. His gentle caresses, his fascinated gazes, all flashed through my mind. My emotions reached a breaking point, and I couldn’t help but burst into tears. I regretted not seeing through him, regretted that my impulsiveness had cost my grandmother her life’s work in an instant. Even more, I felt sorry for myself. Jack looked down at me coldly, as if watching a madwoman he didn’t know. The impatience in his eyes grew. He turned and grabbed our daughter’s neck, lifting her off the ground, his eyes full of reckless madness. “Don’t test my patience. Where is my Olivia?!” Jack left, taking our daughter with him. He finally got the answer he wanted and rushed out the door. I saw the relaxed and joyful expression on his face. The man I had loved for ten years had now completely transferred his affections to the point of madness. I crawled over to my grandmother, and we hugged each other, silently weeping. “I’m sorry, I should have listened to you. I’m so sorry…” I kept apologizing to her. Grandma Rose stroked my swollen face, her eyes full of pain: “Don’t cry, Emily. You’ve been through so much.” “I still have some savings. Once we find Lily, we’ll go abroad to live.” My grandmother’s aged voice was full of reluctance. After sending Grandma Rose home in a car, I sat numbly in the messy living room. The carefully prepared cake was scattered on the floor like garbage. On the screen, the video I had edited with such hope was still playing. We were two top students who fell in love in our senior year of high school, married in our senior year of college, and I gave birth to our lovely daughter right after graduation. Jack’s family was powerful and wealthy. My family’s modest wealth couldn’t compare. My grandmother had never imagined I could marry the heir to the Qin family. She had once stayed up all night worrying, afraid I would be mistreated in Jack’s family. Back then, I had laughed confidently: “Don’t worry, Grandma! Jack loves me more than life itself. How could he let anyone bully me!”
On my birthdays, he would take me to the amusement park, dress up as Nick the fox, my favorite character, and dance the silliest dances with me. He would cut ties with friends who made crude jokes about me and ask his long-estranged mother to ruin their companies. When I was studying for my master’s degree abroad, he would finish work and fly over with our daughter, still a toddler then, in the middle of the night to see me. He once said, “Emily, my father and grandfather were both serial cheaters. Because of them, I was abused since childhood. Don’t worry, I will never become such a scumbag. I will love you and our daughter well. You are the best treasures God has given me.” Jack was a person with high emotional walls. He only revealed his true self to those he trusted. I thought that person would always be me. I thought we could travel the world together after our daughter grew up, to see the most romantic scenery. I thought I would have many more chances to hear him say “I love you.” I thought we still had many, many “later”s. It was precisely because of all my expectations that I noticed his subtle changes, but I didn’t want to believe it. Olivia was a girl from a small town who applied for a cleaning job at Jack’s company. The first time I saw her was when her father brought her brother to cry and make a scene in front of the company, forcing her to give them money. I saw Jack ask his secretary to help Olivia resolve the situation. At the time, I was glad he had helped this poor girl and praised him for it. Little did I know that soon after, Olivia, whose qualifications and abilities were far below standard, became Jack’s personal assistant, a new position created specifically for her. To help Olivia realize her dream of going to college, he personally took care of everything. When Olivia was mocked for not knowing how to shoot an arrow, he held her in his arms and taught her personally. He even forced a male executive who had pressured Olivia to drink at a business dinner to kneel and apologize, then drink ten cases of alcohol, landing him in the ICU with alcohol poisoning. Jack had taken all the love he had withdrawn from me and given it to Olivia. Everyone in the company knew that the CEO’s kindness to the little cleaner had long exceeded normal boundaries. Only I, the CEO’s lawful wife, remained completely unaware. On his birthday, when he said he had to work late and couldn’t come home, I personally made him a birthday cake. I brought our daughter to surprise him at the office, only to find Jack eating cake off Olivia’s body. I quickly turned around to block our daughter’s view and sent her to wait in the lounge. With my suspicions confirmed, I shouted at him, which was rare for me. He sent Olivia away and lounged lazily on the sofa. He made no attempt to explain the large red marks on his neck and collarbone, just glanced at me contemptuously. “Using our daughter to fight for attention? You don’t deserve to be a mother,” he sneered. I trembled with anger. “Why?” I asked. He just smiled. “Olivia is right. You’re a rich lady with status and money. She’s only taking my love, it won’t affect you, will it?” “Besides, when I still found you fresh and exciting, didn’t I love you the same way?” In that moment, it felt like a steel needle had pierced my heart. The sharp pain forced me to face reality. What he loved was nothing more than the thrill of falling in love with different women. And I, his wife of ten years, had become an old toy that no longer held any charm. The idea of divorce lingered in my mind for a long time. But seeing our daughter’s eyes full of hope for her father to come home, I had someone send Olivia back to her hometown. The result was predictably disastrous. After ten years of love, I was nothing more than a piece of gum to Jack, carelessly spat out when the flavor was gone. Ten years as a clown in a supporting role was enough. Grandma Rose said she needed at most five days. Fearing Jack would still target us in the country, we had to go abroad. While Grandma Rose had people looking for our daughter, I found a lawyer to file for divorce. The lawyers I found all backed away when they heard it was a divorce case against Jack. “Mrs. Qin, I hope you won’t laugh, but we have no chance of winning against Qin Corporation’s legal team,” one said apologetically. Hearing their reluctant tone, I understood. If they lost the case and offended Jack, they wouldn’t have a good outcome. I thought about asking my closest friends for help, but considering Jack’s methods, I gave up on the idea. He valued Olivia so much; once he found her, it shouldn’t be difficult for me to bring up divorce.
During this waiting period, I started packing things for myself and our daughter. Documents and clothes, along with Lily’s favorite white bunny plush. I didn’t want anything else. Including the photo album that recorded our family’s happiness. After packing, I sat numbly on the sofa, staring at our wedding photo. What was once the most beautiful memory had now become the deadliest poison. The more I remembered, the more heart-wrenching pain it brought me. Tears flowed down my pale face time and time again. I don’t know how long it lasted. Outside, the lights had come on, while I sat alone in darkness. Click. The sound of the door opening startled me from my sorrow. It was Jack, half-embracing, half-carrying Olivia in. To my surprise, our daughter Lily followed behind. The little girl was carrying several large shopping bags full of luxury goods, panting from the effort. I was about to rush over to take away those things and let her rest. But Olivia blocked my way. “Sister Emily, hello, nice to meet you,” she said. She smiled, but her eyes were full of mockery. I looked down at the hand she extended. On her ring finger was a pink diamond ring that dazzled my eyes. It was the engagement ring Jack had spent three years designing as a gift for our tenth anniversary of being together. Jack saw me staring at the diamond ring: “My family has never lacked money because of you. Who are you putting on this stingy act for?” “Olivia, don’t mind her. You’re being so forgiving, and she’s still acting up.” Jack grabbed Olivia’s hand and pulled her back into his arms. “Jack, don’t say that. Sister Emily just loves you too much, that’s why she dislikes me,” Olivia said. She seemed to be mediating, but her eyes were red as if she was deeply wronged. Jack looked ready to scold me, but I didn’t want to argue with them. “Lily, do you want to leave with Mommy?” I reached out to stroke my daughter’s messy short hair. My daughter slapped my hand away and ran to hug Olivia: “No! I want to play with Sister Olivia. I want Daddy!” I froze. “Lily, I’m Mommy. Didn’t you say you loved Mommy the most?” My daughter turned her head away, refusing to look at me, her little hands tightly hugging Olivia. Jack sneered, “Go with you? How would a housewife like you survive out there? Relying on your grandmother? How many years does she have left?” I didn’t want to argue with him. I just wanted to take our daughter and leave. “Lily Qin! Come here!” I tried hard not to let my voice shake, not wanting to show weakness in front of Jack. “Daddy, let me take your surname. I don’t want Mom’s surname anymore…” Our daughter cried and ran to hug Jack’s leg. I found it ironic. Back then, Jack had insisted on giving our daughter my surname to express his love for me, and also because childbirth was so dangerous. But now, this surname that had been nurtured with love had become a burden. My daughter’s words pierced my heart like an icicle. My voice trembled: “Fine, as you wish.” “Jack, let’s divorce. You can have custody of our daughter.” I threw the divorce agreement in front of Jack. “Sign it.” Jack didn’t even look at me properly. He gazed at Olivia with gentle eyes. “You won. Do as you like tonight,” he said intimately, lightly tapping Olivia’s cute nose, his tone ambiguous. They had actually bet on whether I would ask for a divorce, using it for their dirty games. “Jack! I’m talking to you!” I shouted, unable to contain myself any longer. Jack’s lips curled into a smile as he looked me up and down meaningfully. In his eyes was something I had never seen before… contempt?
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