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Waking up in the morning, I didn't even have the strength to move my elbows. Recalling the craziness of last night, I finally collapsed onto Wang Xu's body, allowing him to carry me into the bathroom and clean me up. As soon as I hit the bed, I fell asleep, and when I woke up, it was already nine o'clock. Wang Xu had gone to work and left me a note.
— I'll bring lunch back for us two. You rest well and don't cook.
I wasn't sure if it was Wang Xu's intention, but the frequency of visits from my mother-in-law had decreased over the past couple of days. It seemed he wanted to separate me from her; perhaps I had truly frightened him. I couldn't tell whether he was more afraid of divorce or of me leaving him with nothing.
I bitterly smiled at how exhausting last night had been. Now, I didn't even have the energy to get out of bed to wash up. It wasn't until noon that Wang Xu returned carrying takeout, looking surprised when he saw me. He went out to put down the food and then came back to help me sit up.
His eyes were filled with warmth as he helped me get dressed while teasing me about my initiative last night. I was already shy by nature, and hearing Wang Xu say a few more words made my ears burn.
Wang Xu knew when to stop; he pecked my face a couple of times like we were newlyweds. Spending all day together with him never felt tiresome. Over time, I found myself missing those past moments.
Our lunch, just the two of us, was exceptionally joyful. I felt as if I had returned to the time right after marrying Wang Xu, when I was enveloped in sweetness every day, even my breath felt sweet.
The tension from the past few days relaxed significantly at this moment. Wang Xu wore a gentle smile on his face, occasionally serving me food. Just then, my phone suddenly vibrated, startling me so much that I instinctively pressed my hand against the screen that had lit up unexpectedly.
I had just come out of the room and casually placed it on the table. The sound I heard was unmistakably from WeChat. After chatting with Deng Xiaomei, I hadn't switched back to my usual account, which meant this message could only be from her!
How could Wang Xu not notice something was off? After glancing at my hand resting on the phone, he looked back at me with a hint of curiosity: "What's wrong?"
He wasn't really asking what was wrong; he wanted an explanation.
I shook my head and pretended to be casual as I put my phone back in my pocket: "It's nothing; just a reflex."
Wang Xu clearly didn't believe me; the smile on his face slowly faded away, and the atmosphere became awkward. When he noticed a flicker of anger on his face, he couldn't help but question me: "Text? WeChat? Or QQ? Who sent you a message that got you so worked up?"
I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear to feign calmness, but I didn't even have the courage to meet his gaze. My grip on the phone tightened more and more.
If Wang Xu saw that Deng Xiaomei had messaged me, all my efforts to hide things over these past few days would become meaningless. I couldn't reveal anything at this moment; I needed to wait for an opportunity.
I was caught in a dilemma, neither revealing nor concealing my thoughts.
Seeing that I remained silent, Wang Xu became furious. He threw down the chopsticks in his hand, and the good-natured expression he had just moments ago vanished completely. He looked at me incredulously, raising his finger to chest level and waving it up and down. "Well, Zhuang Jun, it seems you still want to be stubborn at this point."
I replied with feigned confidence, "What am I being stubborn about?"
"You still dare to say that!" Wang Xu suddenly slammed his hand on the table, the sound of the impact echoing off the ceramic surface. I was taken aback by his unusual outburst.
"You’re suddenly so proactive with me; I thought you genuinely wanted to make our marriage work. But now it seems you've long had other plans!"
Wang Xu trembled with anger, and I felt even more wronged. It was a well-known fact that he had cheated on me, yet he had the audacity to accuse me: "You know very well who has a guilty conscience. I've finished eating; you can wash the dishes."
I pretended to be calm as I walked to the room, gritting my teeth against the pain in my body. Back in my room, I held back my feelings of grievance. Wang Xu never came in; half an hour passed, and as work time approached, it seemed he wouldn’t be coming at all.
Undeniably, I felt waves of sadness and disappointment.
My hand never left my pocket; I clutched my phone tightly, warming its cold screen with my fingertips until it fogged up slightly when I finally took it out.
When the screen lit up, the answer was clear—it was indeed a message from Deng Xiaomei.
"Hey there! Are you around? Why have you been ignoring me lately? [Starry Eyes] Are you really busy? [Wink][Wink]"
Even now, the impact Deng Xiaomei had on me made me feel utterly miserable.
She knew everything and even used Wang Xu's phone to toy with my feelings.
She was promiscuous, shopping for lingerie online while three months pregnant.
She is fickle; even though she has Wang Xu, she still wants to seduce men on WeChat!
I am not a saint. Even if Deng Xiaomei had never done any of this, I would still hate her just the same. But now that all of this has happened, what I want more than anything is to plot a revenge.
I want Deng Xiaomei to taste my pain, to feel tenfold the torment I have endured. This thought has been swirling in my mind ever since I got Deng Xiaomei's WeChat information; I cannot deny that it sparked such an idea.
However, whether to act or not, there has always been a scale in my heart that wavers, fearing that if I do something, I will become a second Deng Xiaomei.
But now, isn't Deng Xiaomei's way of living exactly what I've always desired? While I was contemplating how to maintain my integrity and morals, Deng Xiaomei suddenly appeared, burrowing into my life, becoming omnipresent and haunting!
Before long, I heard the sound of the front door opening and closing outside the room. After waiting a few minutes, when I stepped out, Wang Xu was already gone. The remnants on the table had been cleared away, returning to how it looked before Wang Xu came back.
I stood alone in the empty living room, acutely aware that both Wang Xu and I had reached a point of no return.
We once vowed to be together in love; I loved Wang Xu, and Wang Xu loved me. Yet we have turned our lives into a cycle of mutual suspicion and defense.
It really is exhausting.
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