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Unspoken Addiction
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Shen Ning has cheated, and as his wife, I am quite pleased.
In the video sent by the private detective, Shen Ning is embracing San'er at the hotel front desk, his handsome face showing no signs of fatigue from the business trip.
He is animatedly saying something, while San'er snuggles in his arms with an expression of adoration. They are chatting and laughing, looking very sweet together.
If I weren't the one involved with San, I would definitely compliment them: such a perfect match.
I stand in the kitchen, watching them kiss passionately while expressionlessly chopping meat on the cutting board.
Today marks the third anniversary of my marriage to Shen Ning, and I truly did not expect him to give me such a surprise.
The video abruptly cuts off as they enter the room.
The private detective sends a voice message: "Sister, the next part will cost extra."
I put down the knife and quickly transferred twenty thousand yuan to him.
Besides telling him that what I lack the least is money, I also said, "Zoom in on the video and focus on their bodies; I prefer high-definition!"
I don't have any particular fetish; I just want to collect clear evidence.
After all, Shen Ning has a hobby.
He likes to turn off the lights.
If I don't film their faces up close, how can I tell if it's him in bed?
I put down my phone and pick up the kitchen knife again, casually chopping the meat on the cutting board.
Even though I knew Shen Ning wouldn't be back tonight, I still had to maintain my image as a virtuous wife.
The early autumn evening was cool, and the sunset painted half the sky red.
As I wrapped Shen Ning's favorite steamed dumplings, I admired the crimson sky, wondering how far things had progressed between the two of them.
A few minutes later, the private detective sent a video.
I opened it for a glance and then closed it.
The naked couple was nothing worth watching.
It was less appealing than the dough and bright red meat filling in my hands.
Shen Ning returned at midnight.
I leaned on the dining table, rubbing my blurry eyes as I looked at him, only to see his face full of apology.
"Darling, I'm sorry. The project I was working on was delivered today, so I came back late. How about I make it up to you with an anniversary celebration this weekend?"
He squatted beside me, affectionately touching my face, his tone ingratiating.
As if afraid I'd be angry, he took my hand and kissed it gently, saying, "It's all my fault. Can I satisfy you well tonight?"
As his words fell, images of him and San'er devouring each other flooded my mind.
A wave of nausea surged from my chest.
To mask my nausea, I instinctively hugged him and took a few deep breaths against his shoulder.
There was a familiar scent that quickly calmed me down.
Once I had calmed down a bit, I looked up at him and said, "It's okay. Being busy with work is a good thing. You're too tired today; you should rest soon."
My gentle concern relieved him.
The sharpness in his eyes from earlier had faded, leaving him unguarded.
He pulled off his tie, wrapped his arms around my head, and gave me a kiss, his tone filled with a hint of joy: "Wife, you really are the most considerate wife in the world."
I smiled silently as I took the briefcase and phone from his hands.
Watching him walk into the bathroom, I unlocked his phone and began to scroll through his text messages with San'er.
He had her saved as 10086.
There weren't many messages exchanged with 10086, just over ten.
Given his personality, these messages were likely ones he hadn't had time to delete.
I quickly recorded a video on my phone to keep it as evidence for a potential lawsuit.
As the sound of water splashed from inside the bathroom, I stood by the table in my red little dress and finished off the two glasses of red wine I had prepared all by myself.
When Shen Ning came out of the shower, I had already cleaned up the dining table.
I was squatting on the sofa writing notes when he came over to embrace me and asked what I was preparing to write about this time.
I adjusted my glasses and looked up at him: I want to write a story about a man cheating.
Under the dim light, his expression slightly stiffened, and a hint of discomfort flickered in his eyes.
He withdrew his hand that was around me and asked how I came up with the idea for this topic.
After all, my usual style is sweet and silly.
I smiled and said, "This time it's a Crime Drama. I want to write a story that includes elements of infidelity and domestic violence to raise awareness about domestic abuse."
Upon hearing my explanation, he showed no sign of doubt.
"But we're so sweet together. How do you know what infidelity and domestic violence are like?"
I paused my fingers over the keyboard, looking at him in surprise. "You're right; I really have no idea what domestic violence is like."
I stood up, wrapped my arms around him, and playfully said, "Honey, why don't you hit me once to give it a try?"
Seeing the excitement in my eyes, he furrowed his brow and reached up to touch my forehead. "Baby, are you okay?"
Clearly, he thought there was something wrong with me for saying such things.
But in my plan, pain was a crucial part.
Shen Ning resisted the idea of using violence, so I had to gently persuade him and prepare an alternative approach to save the situation.
I tugged at his shirt and planted a lingering kiss near his lips.
"Honey~ let's just consider it trying something new, okay? It's been so long since..."
My thirsty gaze had stirred something within him.
Role Play was an activity that was rarely part of our married life.
The last time we engaged in Role Play, he played the teacher while I played the student.
This time, he portrayed the Abusive Man, and I took on the role of the helpless Full-Time Wife.
That night was undoubtedly wild.
After the passion, he held me close, kissed my back, and asked, "Does it hurt?"
In the bright moonlight, I saw bruises scattered across my body.
I smiled contentedly and turned to nestle into his embrace. "It hurts, but it's exciting. How about we do it again in a couple of days?"
Noticing the marks on my body, his voice softened with tenderness as he said, "Let's not."
I looked up into his dark eyes, feeling a flicker of hope that perhaps his conscience had suddenly awakened.
A sense of guilt washed over me, but…
"I can't bear to see you like this, Yuan."
Hearing that last word, my heart, which had just been warm, suddenly turned cold.
He seemed to realize he had called me by the wrong name; his previously drowsy eyes became clear in an instant.
He looked at me and pretended to continue the previous conversation casually.
"What I mean is that you seem to have gained some weight recently. How about I call you Roundy from now on?"
With my back to the moonlight, a trace of coldness and resentment flickered in my eyes, but to achieve my goal, I chose to go along with him.
I pinched my own face and pretended to panic as I asked him, "No way! Have I really gained weight?"
As a screenwriter who has been through the process, my acting skills were undoubtedly adequate.
He lowered his guard and showered me with silly sweet talk like "You're not fat; you're just cuter" and "For every pound you gain, I'll love you even more."
I suppressed my nausea and lay back down beside him.
Before long, I heard faint snoring behind me.
I tentatively called his name, but he didn’t respond; he must have fallen asleep.
I got up, picked up my phone, and walked to the balcony. Just as I was about to send a text message, Shen Ning's phone suddenly lit up in the room.
I walked closer and found it was a message from 10086.
Opening it revealed a cheesy content: "I think I've really fallen in love with you, Shen Ning. Do you love me?"
It was like thunder on a clear day.
That was the state of my mind at that moment.
I never expected her to send such a message to Shen Ning.
In shock, the phone screen dimmed and then brightened again.
It was her, 10086.
"Has she fallen asleep? Please give me a call, I miss you so much..."
The sense of humility in those words convinced me that she had developed feelings for Shen Ning.
My fingers kept typing and deleting on the phone, but in the end, I held back.
I wanted to see how far their relationship would go.
On sleepless nights, I held my computer and frantically searched for past domestic violence cases, wife murder cases, and husband murder cases while sitting in the lounge chair on the balcony.
One case after another connected in my mind. I meticulously organized the details from these cases and gradually pieced them together to form a new case.
What are the key elements needed for a perfect crime?
I believe the most important factor is to have a perfect target.
Shen Ning was my first target, and she was still under my observation.
After more than thirty nights, I finally devised my plan.
A plan to create my perfect victim persona.
I envisioned myself as a devoted wife who loved her husband deeply, willing to sacrifice her own life for her family and husband, a betrayed full-time housewife, humble and innocent—Mrs. Shen.
In the days that followed, I exerted all my efforts on Shen Ning.
He finally went from working overtime every day to occasionally working late.
We immersed ourselves in various activities, from the sofa to the balcony, and from traditional to Role Play, day and night.
As the scars on my body gradually increased, the play I had planned officially began.
That night, I linked my arm with his as we went upstairs. In the elevator, we encountered Aunt Wang from upstairs, and I subtly revealed the scars on my body.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the shock and disbelief on Aunt Wang's face.
Indeed, Shen Ning was known for being honest and reliable in the community.
He came from a good family, treated people kindly, respecting the elderly and loving the young.
Who would have thought that such an outstanding person could be involved in domestic violence?
Thanks to Aunt Wang, news of my domestic abuse quickly spread throughout the community, and Shen Ning's reputation plummeted.
In the evening, when I returned with a package, Aunt Wang stopped me and asked if there was a conflict between me and Shen Ning.
I averted my gaze and spoke on Shen Ning's behalf.
"No... no, he treats me well; it's just that there have been too many issues at work lately, and he's a bit stressed..."
My explanation quickly transformed in Aunt Wang's mouth into "Shen Ning gets angry and hits his wife whenever he's unhappy."
The rumors escalated, and before long, everyone looked at me with pity when they saw me.
I enjoy the way everyone looks at me; after all, this is my first victory in this phase.
In the days that followed, Shen Ning's meals and coffee always contained a bit of Sildenafil, and his body began to deteriorate day by day.
Within a month, he was in a terrible state.
She seemed to care for Shen Ning deeply, constantly sending text messages at night to check on him.
Those words, which were exceptionally warm for Shen Ning, felt like icy coldness to me.
I made up my mind to ask her out.
I sent her a text message inviting her to meet, and she readily agreed.
The meeting place was the café where Shen Ning and I had first met.
She wore a spaghetti strap dress and had on exquisite makeup, looking so beautiful that it was hard to look away.
For a woman like that, not just men, even I would be moved.
As we sat facing each other, I noticed a hint of avoidance in her gaze.
I took the initiative to ask, "Are you in love with him?"
She fell silent for a moment before giving me an answer.
"Maybe. I feel quite good being with him. I love him... and he should love me too."
Listening to her words, my hand trembled as I held the spoon. I looked up at her, emotions brewing in my chest.
"What about our friendship after all these years? Is it less important than a man?" I trembled as I continued to ask, " Xu Yan, if I hadn't found out, would you have never told me?"
Having written so many melodramatic love stories, I was already familiar with the scenario of a mistress negotiating with the legitimate partner.
I recited my lines fluently, tears welling up in my eyes.
In the reflection of the glass window, I looked as fragile as the heroine in a Qiong Yao drama, as if I would shatter with just a touch.
But inside, I felt completely different from my outward appearance.
Faced with my tears and questions, Xu Yan turned her head away, seemingly unwilling to confront me. She murmured softly, " Lu Yang, I'm sorry... but Shen Ning and I are serious; we love each other."
After saying this, she took a deep breath, as if a weight had finally been lifted from her heart.
I had known Xu Yan for over ten years; we had spent more time together than the seven years I had been with Shen Ning.
I vaguely remembered our wedding day when she was the only bridesmaid, getting me drunk by blocking my drinks.
As she vomited, she hugged me and said, " Lu Yang, I wish you and Shen Ning a lifetime of happiness and early blessings! If that guy Shen Ning dares to wrong you, I'll be the first to take him down!"
At that moment, it would be a lie to say I wasn't touched.
Yet no one expected that years later, the person who would destroy my marriage would be the one who cried at my wedding wishing me happiness.
Anyone who heard this would exclaim in disbelief and appreciate the irony of it all.
Listening to her words, my heart was calm while I pretended to be furious on the surface.
I grasped her hand tightly. " Xu Yan, I considered you like a sister. What do you consider me? Do you think you deserve our years of friendship? Are you really that desperate for a man? Desperate enough to go after your sister's husband?"
My questioning made her angry as well. She shook my hand off, her expression darkening, and retorted, " Lu Yang, how dare you talk about feelings? Who was it that told me they were madly in love with Shen Ning and couldn't live without him? In reality? You're just after his money. If Shen Ning didn't have money, would you still love him this much?"
She sneered, and there was no emotion left in her gaze.
She said, " Lu Yang, don't be so double-standard! If you don't love him, just end it with him decisively!"
Hearing her words, the last bit of hope I had for her completely vanished.
With a loud slap, my hand struck her face without me realizing when it happened.
The crowd around us turned to look.
I only remember shouting at Xu Yan, "Shen Ning is my husband; stay away from my husband!"
After that, I woke up at home.
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