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The Secret Lover of the Aristocratic Family
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I have been married to He Li Yan for six years.
In the first three years, we were deeply in love, and we never even blushed at each other.
But in the last three years, He Li Yan cheated on me, and not just once, but twice.
What baffled me even more was that he had the audacity to keep them openly.
I tolerated it time and again, but he only became more brazen.
It forced me to consider divorce.
This morning, He Li Yan's new partner, Xiao Que'er, officially announced their relationship online.
"How wonderful it is to love someone. Li Yan, a man who can shield me from the storm, is now at my feet."
The accompanying photo showed their hands intertwined.
His fingers were long and well-defined, while hers were slender and painted with a bright red polish.
The comments section exploded.
"Isn't that President He from He Group?!"
"Wow, you have a keen eye! I recognize that hand; it really is him."
"What about President He's wife?"
"Don't you know? They've been having marital issues for a while now. However, President He and his wife have kept things low-key, so not many people are aware."
"These days, the original partner is truly pitiful."
"With someone as outstanding as President He, how could the Mistress not be exceptional?"
"Just by looking at the Mistress's hands, you can tell she's not an ordinary person."
As the gossip reached the main parties involved, the online community erupted.
In less than an hour, the news spread across the entire internet.
Some even dug up the Mistress's identity—a university student from a prestigious 985 university.
He Li Yan's carefully crafted good image in front of San Er was completely exposed.
The company's stock price plummeted, resulting in significant losses.
This situation escalated quickly.
He Li Yan looked at me and asked, "Did you see that?"
"Yes."
"Do you have anything to say?"
"It's tragic," I replied calmly. "I just feel sorry for you."
He Li Yan gazed at me deeply.
"Nothing else to say?"
"Nothing more," I smiled at him. "I'll help you handle this."
My generosity made He Li Yan's expression particularly grim.
I thought he would prefer me to throw a tantrum, cry out for help, and make a scene, so that he could thoroughly despise me.
Only then could he feel justified in being with me.
But he forgot.
I no longer loved him.
As I was lost in thought, He Li Yan's phone rang.
It was Mistress calling.
Once he answered, I could hear her sobbing voice through the receiver.
He Li Yan immediately said, "I'm on my way, I'll be back soon."
"Don't cry," his voice was gentle, "I'll take care of everything."
After hanging up, he looked at me and said, "Wen Li..."
"Go spend the evening with her," I replied calmly. "I'll handle things here at the company and keep your family situation under wraps. You just need to comfort her."
He had never been this anxious when I was fighting for a divorce from him.
"Wen Li!" he suddenly raised his voice, "Do you really not care about me being with her?"
I gazed at him quietly.
After a long pause, I said, "What else is there to care about?"
He Li Yan and I grew up together as childhood sweethearts.
Our marriage was a powerful alliance, a match made in heaven.
At first, He Li Yan treated me very well.
So well that I felt my life was complete.
But then, He Li Yan cheated on me.
In the beginning, I had no idea.
Once, while on a business trip, I decided to surprise him and secretly went to find him.
When I pushed open the door, I found him tangled up in bed with another woman.
In that moment, anger surged within me.
I grabbed a wine bottle from the table and threw it at them.
Then I cried and made a scene, throwing myself on the floor in despair.
He Li Yan, overwhelmed by my outburst, pulled me aside and said, “Wen Li, can’t you be more understanding?”
“Men will always play around; as long as you’re still Mrs. He, don’t sweat the small stuff.”
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