Late one night, I caught my husband French kissing a wealthy heiress from the city's elite circle. My husband looked panicked. The Heiress looked calm. I walked up and greeted them enthusiastically: "Bro, Sister-in-law, what a coincidence!" The next day, I received a Green Card and a 2,000-square-foot apartment in Manhattan. 1 My husband is incredibly handsome. We were college sweethearts, got married right after graduation, and worked together while squeezing into a tiny apartment in New York. I loved my husband deeply. Looking at his face, no matter how broke we were, I had no complaints. I only hated myself for not knowing how to make big money to give him the good life. I worked myself to the bone. In this economic downturn, just not getting laid off was a blessing. I was a useless woman. My husband and I scrimped and saved, wanting to buy a house. Owning a home is the ultimate dream. But real estate prices in New York are astronomical. Our meager savings were destined to be hopeless. 2 Recently, I noticed my husband getting even more handsome. Because I was poor, I couldn't distinguish luxury brands. But I knew his clothes and shoes looked amazing and fit him perfectly. His skin was better too. Almost like when we were freshmen in college. My husband had a great personality, very gentle, but fierce and passionate in bed. He was simply the perfect specimen of a man. Seeing him become so good-looking recently, I felt this was what a rose should look like. 3 My boss is a wealthy heir in the city's business circle. My boss's sister is "The Heiress"—Victoria. I was just one of thousands of employees in their company. But one day, The Heiress came specifically to see me and said, "Oh, so you're Nora." The perfume on The Heiress smelled exactly like the scent on my husband. The necklace The Heiress wore matched the one my husband had recently started wearing—a couple's set. On the weekend, I said I was going shopping, then staked out our apartment building. Soon, I saw The Heiress driving her Bentley downstairs. The shabby neighborhood environment didn't match her luxury car at all. My husband got into the Bentley. I cried until I was a mess. 4 I wasn't angry. I only felt sadness and despair. It was all my fault. I was useless, so my husband was seduced by the glittering world outside. I knew I could make a scene. I could accuse him of betraying me. Betraying my youth. But what use would that be? My husband is a kind man. He is so handsome. He accompanied me through my most beautiful years. Waking up every day to that face, sleeping next to such perfection, I felt so happy. What right did I have to resent him? Moreover, because he was so good, I simply couldn't bear to blame him. True love forgives everything and only blames oneself. Love is often feeling indebted. I should proactively set him free. A handsome man like him would fly out of my poor nest sooner or later. Like a piece of fine jade, he wouldn't stay in a straw hut for long. It was fate. 5 But I still couldn't bear to let go. What if The Heiress got tired of playing with him and abandoned him? If I divorced him, wouldn't he be lonely? Feeling abandoned by the whole world? So I dragged it out, pretending to know nothing. But one night, I worked overtime until 9 PM. When I got home, right downstairs, I saw my husband and The Heiress tongue-kissing. I didn't react for a moment. Stunned on the spot. My heart still hurt. My husband, I was destined not to keep you. He saw me too. His eyes were red, looking at me in shock. I remembered I forgot to tell him I was working late. He thought I was already home. Sigh. Didn't miss it. Sad. The Heiress wasn't panicked at all. Truly worthy of her status; calm even if the sky collapsed. We are both women; I need to learn from her. 6 I stepped forward and shouted enthusiastically, "Bro! Sister-in-law! You guys are out for a walk too?" The Heiress looked at me in shock. "What did you call him?" I wiped my tears and said with utmost sincerity, "Sister-in-law, this is my big brother." The Heiress burst out laughing, laughing until tears came out. In this awkward battlefield, she could be so relaxed. Truly enviable. My husband looked at me with tragic eyes. He looked like he was being forced. The Heiress said, "You are truly a wonderful person." I shook my head and quickly said, "Sister-in-law, I am a poor person." The Heiress kissed my husband. She was bright and moving. My husband was tall and handsome, truly pleasing to the eye. He was being kissed by someone else now. I felt a faint sense of pride. This is the husband I chose. Sure enough, very popular. The Heiress drove away. Even her car exhaust smelled of money. 7 After returning home, my husband said to me with red eyes, "I'm sorry, Nora. I was vain. I couldn't resist the temptation of the material world." Seeing him beat himself up like this, my heart ached. Truly loving someone means planning for their long-term future. I held his hand. His fingers were fair and slender, very warm. I always liked holding hands with him. My husband is perfect. I couldn't even hate him. We sat on the sofa. I apologized to him, "The one who should say sorry is me. I didn't make enough money to give you a good life. Marrying me made you suffer." He shook his head. "I'm useless. I wasn't ambitious. I said I was preparing for exams but played games every day. I didn't give you a good life." "You are so handsome. If you didn't marry a poor woman like me, why would you need to prepare for exams? It's because I'm useless." We blamed ourselves for 10 minutes. I felt if we continued, it would never end. So I took the initiative. "Husband, we need to talk." 8 When we were young, we thought having love meant having the world. Now we had love, but lived so hard. My worldview had changed. I said to him, "Husband, since The Heiress likes you, just date her properly. She is beautiful. I can see she loves you very much. I am very relieved you are with her." He shook his head. "The one I truly love is you. She... she... she spent a lot of money on me. Every time I encountered difficulties, she helped me solve them... I just couldn't withstand the temptation..." He detailed how his father lost $50,000 gambling, and The Heiress gave him money to pay off the debt. His mother's surgery was also paid for with money lent by her. The Heiress is really kind, never forcing him, just giving blindly. Before, he told me about his parents. I felt the sky was falling then. Not only could I not help, but I also had negative emotions, feeling his parents were a burden. My husband is a kind person who considers others. Our savings were only $36,000. Not only was it a drop in the bucket, but I would be very sad if he gave it to his parents. He didn't touch that money. After that, I acted like an ostrich, pretending nothing happened. I am truly a cowardly woman. But not long after, he happily told me his family matters were resolved. Unexpectedly, it was The Heiress who helped him. Compared to her, the difference was stark. I was very ashamed. "No need to explain, I understand. I hope you live a good life. Since she can make your life easier, just be with her. I love you, I hope you live well." He looked at me blankly. My heart ached to death seeing him. I sat on his lap. "Let's go divorce tomorrow. If she doesn't want you anymore, you come back to me, we'll remarry." "Can we be together one last time tonight?" Husband: ...
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