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I waited for a while. After a few minutes, the Editor still hadn’t returned. I continued working after stepping out, not thinking much of it, assuming the Editor had simply forgotten.
Not long after, the Editor claimed something was missing, and someone pointed fingers at me, saying I was the only one who had entered the Editor's office that day. I glanced at the person who had called me to the Editor's office and realized he was friends with the accuser.
I said I had something to confess, but I would only tell the Editor. The Editor then ushered everyone out, leaving just me behind.
I shared what I knew with the Editor, who checked the surveillance footage and confirmed my account. A friend of theirs had indeed come in earlier and seemed to have lost something while passing by a flowerpot.
The Editor went to check the flowerpot and found the missing USB Drive. Looking at the two individuals before him, his expression was cold and his tone icy. “What do you have to say for yourselves?”
The two stood before the Editor, their faces pale and bodies slightly trembling, clearly anxious. One of them stammered, “Editor, we… we were just joking around; we didn’t mean any harm.”
The other quickly chimed in, “Yeah, Editor, it was just a prank; please don’t take it seriously.”
The Editor scoffed. “A joke? Is this something you can joke about? Do you have any idea how much trouble this could cause for the Magazine Publisher?”
Both lowered their heads in silence, fully aware that their actions had created problems for the Magazine Publisher.
The Editor sighed, his tone softening slightly. “I understand that you’re under a lot of work pressure and thought this would relieve it. But remember, no matter what problems you face, you cannot resolve them this way; it will only make things worse.”
They nodded in understanding.
The Editor continued, “This time, I won’t pursue it further. But if something like this happens again, I will involve the police. You may leave now.”
The two breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly expressing their thanks before exiting the Editor’s office. The Editor watched their retreating figures and shook his head helplessly.
He knew well that the work pressure at the Magazine Publisher was immense and that employees sometimes resorted to strange methods to cope. However, he hoped they could find appropriate ways to handle stress instead of resorting to childish antics.
Seeing that everything was resolved, I bid farewell to the Editor and stepped outside. Had I eaten yet?
As I descended the stairs, I spotted one of my accusers acting suspiciously and quietly followed him. Hiding in a corner, I overheard him on a phone call.
“The plan failed; she got away.”
“Really? She’s planning to have a baby.”
“I’m fine with making things difficult.”
Once he hung up, I quickly concealed myself. Watching him leave sent chills down my spine. Just last night, I had decided to have a child.
In the afternoon, my colleagues who had previously gotten along well began whispering and pointing at me behind my back. Clenching my fists, I reminded myself to stay calm as I walked slowly along the street on my way home.
Suddenly, I saw a familiar figure—it was my husband. How could he be here? Wasn't he supposed to be working overtime on Saturday? Confused, I quietly followed him.
He was trailing behind a woman, keeping a distance. The woman walked into a narrow alley, and he followed her in. I hurried over and peeked into the alley.
I saw the woman suddenly turn around; they seemed to exchange a few words, and then my husband rushed forward and embraced her. My mind went blank, and I froze in place. My husband was cheating on me behind my back!
Anger and disappointment flooded my heart. I wanted to confront them, but reason told me not to act impulsively. I needed evidence. So, I took out my phone and snapped a few pictures of them.
I quietly left the scene, my emotions a tangled mess. Later, while going through a book my husband had recently read, I found a photo of a woman—the same woman he had embraced. My hands trembled as I held the photo. I finally confirmed it: my husband had truly betrayed me.
At dinner that night, my father-in-law began to urge us. “Siqi, when are you and Yi Fei planning to have kids?”
Having just experienced my husband's betrayal, I was already feeling miserable. Hearing my father-in-law's insistence made me snap. “Dad, Yi Fei and I will handle our own matters. You don’t need to worry about it,” I said coldly.
His expression changed at my words. “What do you mean by that? I'm your father; how can I not be concerned?”
“That’s not what I meant,” I struggled to suppress my emotions and explained, “Both Yi Fei and I are very busy with work right now; we don’t have time to think about these things.”
“You young people only know how to work! Having a child doesn’t take much time,” he said discontentedly.
I was furious. “I don’t have any time for that! If you want grandchildren, there are plenty of women who can have kids with your son—just stop bothering me!”
“Siqi, what do you mean by that?” My husband finally spoke up as the heat turned toward him.
“See for yourself.” I threw the photo at him.
If this couldn’t be explained clearly, then divorce would be the only option.
“Siqi, this is my ex-girlfriend,” he said.
“So you’re rekindling an old flame?”
“No! Just listen to me.” He started explaining frantically. It turned out she had a mental illness and was prone to episodes; that’s why he had embraced her—to control her behavior and help her calm down. He met her because she had been persistent and he wanted to clear things up with her.
"Wife, I only met you after breaking up with her. I swear, since I met you, my heart and mind are all about you."
"Alright, but if there's something going on, you need to tell me. Keeping things from me is just asking for misunderstandings!"
"I won't do that anymore. From now on, I'll definitely keep you informed."
"Make sure you stick to your word. I don't want to be disappointed again..."
"I won't."
I'm just an open-minded person who tends to take things lightly. As long as it's not a persistent entanglement, there's nothing wrong with meeting an ex-girlfriend. If there are misunderstandings, they can be cleared up. However, the complete trust I give may not always be cherished.
That colleague's scheme left a lump in my throat. If I hadn't discovered it myself, my husband wouldn't have mentioned his ex-girlfriend to me. He isn't open with me, and I can't fully trust him.
After work, when I got home, my husband received a call saying a patient was having a medical emergency and he needed to go. The reason sounded reasonable, but he looked tense.
Confused, I made an excuse to go buy groceries and then followed him discreetly.
He ended up at a café?
Across from him sat a girl whose hair was somewhat messy, partially obscuring her face. She looked familiar, but I didn't dare get too close.
The girl took his hand—was she pleading with him? Her expression was quite humble.
My husband shook her off.
I should have felt relieved, but something gnawed at me inside. Not long after, he left.
After he walked away, the girl remained seated, mumbling something to herself.
I approached and sat behind her, trying to discern her words.
Gradually, I pieced together the situation; she was indeed my husband's ex-girlfriend. No wonder she looked so familiar.
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