1 Three years into our marriage, my husband, Arthur, secretly became the sugar daddy to a college girl. I stared at the hotel receipts Arthur had racked up. He held his head in his hands and cried hysterically, claiming he had developed Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID). "Serena, I didn't cheat on you! The one who cheated is my other personality! "If I ever do anything to betray you again, I'll kill myself." Faced with his pathetic, desperate lie, I pretended to believe him completely. But when I turned around and picked out a handsome college boy for myself, Arthur was furious. "Serena, we aren't even divorced yet! How could you cheat on me?!" I pulled out a medical report from the hospital, wiped my tears, and explained: "The doctor said I also developed DID. My other personality really needed some comfort." When I finally held another man's hand and finalized the divorce, Arthur regretted everything. 2 On our wedding anniversary, I booked an appointment with a top psychiatrist. Halfway through the consultation, I received a credit card alert for a hotel charge from Arthur, who was supposedly on a two-day business trip. I checked his phone's location. He was at a couples' boutique hotel not far from the hospital. Panic set in immediately. Ignoring the rest of my appointment, I ran to the hotel entrance and called him. "Honey, you must be working so hard on this business trip. I just got the alert for the $3,000 charge." On the other end, Arthur lied smoothly and calmly: "Wife, I've been working so hard for the company these past two days. I'm exhausted. When I get back, you really need to reward me properly." My eyes darkened, and I asked weakly: "Reward you with what?" "I've been traveling too much, it's exhausting. I recently hired an assistant for the company." Staring at his location dot on my phone, I sobbed softly and called out his lie: "The company is at its busiest right now, and you're using company funds to go on a vacation. Whenever you run out of money, you always find some excuse to ask me for more, don't you?" Arthur acted like he didn't even hear me crying. He interrupted me impatiently. "Look, my decision is final. I'm hiring an assistant for myself. Why does a nagging old woman like you need to control everything?" "..." He hung up. I walked straight into the couples' hotel. Using a photo of Arthur's ID, I got the room number from the front desk and walked right up to the door. When I opened it, I saw Arthur sitting stiffly, fully dressed in his suit. And sitting across from him was a young woman in her early twenties. Arthur turned, his smile freezing instantly. His voice dropped low as he asked: "Wife, what are you doing here? Do you always have to check up on me? Isn't it exhausting?" I stared at the woman next to him, pressing my lips together tightly before asking: "Is she the assistant you're hiring?" Arthur's eyes darted around shiftily, but his tone was incredibly self-righteous. "Yeah! Chloe is great with people and very capable. I just got back from my trip, so I asked her to come here for an interview. "Wife, you didn't think I was cheating on you, did you?" Faced with his ridiculous excuses and the woman's smug smile, my heart felt like it had been plunged into ice water. I clenched my fists, asking him through tears: "What kind of interview requires you to come to a couples' love hotel? An interview for a mistress?" Before Arthur could defend himself, the woman smiled and introduced herself. "Hello, Mrs. Vance. My name is Chloe. I'm Mr. Vance's newly hired assistant. "Please don't misunderstand our relationship. We are completely innocent. Absolutely nothing happened." Arthur quickly smiled and agreed: "Exactly. If we were actually doing something, you wouldn't have caught us this easily. "Come on, wife, let's go home." I could see the desperate avoidance in Arthur's eyes. I didn't want this to turn into an ugly public spectacle that would affect the company's market value. I swallowed the chaotic emotions churning inside me and finally compromised. "We can go home, but I do not agree to you hiring a female assistant." Arthur was furious at my condition, raising his voice at me for the very first time. 3 "Serena, ever since the day I married into the Vance family, I've never dared to look at another woman! "Besides, finding a female assistant is for your benefit too, so you can have more time to rest. "Serena, can't you be a little more understanding? It's not easy for us men to be out there constantly hustling for business." Chloe naturally reached out and patted Arthur's back, looking at me with an expression that screamed 'I'm doing this for your own good'. "Mrs. Vance, Mr. Vance is a man. You have to give him face when he's outside. "I don't have to be his assistant, but Mrs. Vance, you must understand how difficult it is for Mr. Vance as a man." Watching their overly intimate actions, I played along with Chloe's words, feigning calmness: "Fine, I understand him. So, can you get the hell out of here now?" Chloe's hand, which had been rubbing Arthur's back, froze. She bit her lip and looked at Arthur with teary eyes. "Mr. Vance, your wife is swearing. Even uneducated country girls like me know better than to use dirty words." The look Arthur gave Chloe instantly softened. He coughed lightly and looked at me. "Chloe's had a tough life, Serena. It wasn't easy for her to get into college, and she has a lot of student loans. If we don't help her, wouldn't that make us the bad guys?" Watching the man in front of me defending another woman, I couldn't help but remember how he used to defend me in front of my parents. We were childhood sweethearts, practically raised together. Our parents had arranged our marriage when we were kids. I had viewed Arthur as my future husband for as long as I could remember. Whenever my parents scolded me, Arthur would stand in front of me, taking the blame and protecting me from their wrath. Until the year Arthur graduated high school, and his family's company went bankrupt overnight. Later, because of our childhood arrangement and reaching marriageable age, Arthur married into my family, essentially becoming a dependent. In our three years of marriage, I treated Arthur better than I treated my own parents. But now, for another woman, he was calling me the bad guy. The corners of my eyes reddened as I forced down the bitter ache in my chest. "If I don't help her, I'm the bad guy? What about her? Seducing you right in front of my face—does that make her a saint?" A flash of hidden displeasure crossed Arthur's eyes, and his voice grew even harsher. "Serena, Chloe is my assistant now, and that's final. "I have business to handle at the company. I'm taking Chloe to the office first. I'll come home when I'm done." With that, Arthur grabbed Chloe's hand and walked out right in front of me. Before leaving, Chloe shot me a provocative, triumphant look. Tears welled up in my red eyes. During our month-long cold war, Arthur, under the guise of "business trips," took his little assistant traveling all over. Rumors were flying throughout the entire company that Arthur was going to divorce me. The first thing Arthur did when he returned from his trip was bring his assistant to work. As soon as I reached the door to Arthur's office, I heard him bragging to someone inside. "Chloe, from now on, just avoid making eye contact with your sister-in-law. She's incredibly petty. "I can barely tolerate her terrible temper at home. You're so much better—young and obedient." Chloe giggled out loud. "You're a great guy, Mr. Vance! Handsome and rich. Marrying your wife... it's like sticking a beautiful rose in a pile of cow dung. "Sorry, Mr. Vance, I'm just very straightforward. You don't mind, do you?" 4 My brow furrowed. Just as I was about to open the door, I heard Arthur insulting and degrading me for another woman. "How could she ever compare to you? She's fierce all day long, like an absolute harpy. "I've been married to her for three years, and she hasn't even been able to give me a child. I've had enough of her for a long time." I violently pushed the door open. Seeing the naked man and woman lying in the attached resting room, my eyes instantly turned red. My fingernails dug so hard into my palms that they bled, but it couldn't mask the agonizing pain in my heart. Seeing me burst into the office, Arthur frantically scrambled to put his clothes back on. He ran up to me, crying and trying to explain: "Wife, it's not what you think! I didn't cheat!" My lips trembled slightly, and my breathing grew rapid. "Arthur, I caught you red-handed, and you still won't admit you cheated?! How much longer are you going to play me for a fool?! "Are you not going to be satisfied until everyone in the entire world knows?!" I looked at Arthur, my heart completely dead. But he grabbed a fruit knife off his desk, held it to his own neck, and pleaded with me. "Wife, I didn't cheat! I did this because I have Dissociative Identity Disorder! It was my other personality that cheated! "If I ever do anything to betray you again, I'll kill myself." "And physical cheating doesn't count as real cheating! In my heart, there is only you. If you don't believe me, we can go to the hospital and check!" Listening to Arthur's insane explanation, I suddenly remembered my own medical report. I looked at the hickey on Arthur's neck, tears swimming in my eyes. I pointed at Chloe, who had finished dressing, and demanded: "Fire Chloe right now, and I'll believe you." Arthur frowned, hesitated for a long time, and finally said: "Serena, if we fire her now, how is she supposed to find another job? "I don't want our relationship problems to hurt someone else. Besides, I don't have any feelings for her. You are the one I love." Hearing Arthur desperately defend Chloe, the tears I had been fighting back finally fell. "So, your other personality cheating... means you didn't actually cheat. Is that it?" Before Arthur could explain, Chloe chimed in, smiling as she defended him. "Mrs. Vance, you're a good person. The doctor said Mr. Vance's second personality is a complete, separate human being. Naturally, he has normal physiological needs. "Please, please don't misunderstand my relationship with Mr. Vance." I took a deep breath, my voice shaking with absolute fury. "Arthur, is this really what you think?" Under my intense stare, Arthur slowly nodded. My entire body trembled, and my head pounded with a splitting migraine. Seeing my distress, Arthur was just about to reach out to support me when he saw Chloe collapse to the floor nearby. She looked at him weakly: "Mr. Vance, I feel so sick." Arthur boldly picked Chloe up right in front of everyone in the company and rushed her to the hospital. I lay weak and helpless on the floor, watching Arthur's retreating back, entirely powerless. Right before I passed out, I saw the face of a strange man. When I woke up, I was lying in a bed in the company clinic. 5 I sat up, opened my eyes, and saw a tall man with sharp, handsome features sitting beside me. I looked at him, slightly confused: "Are you the new intern, Ethan? Did you bring me to the clinic?" Ethan nodded nervously. After leaving the clinic, I had someone investigate everything about Ethan. I discovered that not only was Ethan a former classmate of Chloe's, but they also used to be engaged! However, Chloe thought Ethan's family was too poor, and they had broken up a long time ago. Ever since the day Ethan saved me, I kept "accidentally" bumping into him everywhere. The coffee shop, the office, the gym—he was always there. Until one day, Ethan asked me out to dinner. I originally wasn't going to accept. But then I saw Arthur's phone, which he had left at home. It was full of messages arranging dates and dinners with Chloe. My throat tightened. A headache so severe it felt like it was ripping me apart hit me, and I smashed Arthur's phone into a million pieces. After a long time, I stared coldly at the shattered phone on the floor. Then I sent Arthur a voice message from my phone. "Dinner. Now. Tell me where you are, I'm coming to pick you up." Half an hour later, I proactively linked my arm through Ethan's and walked into the high-end restaurant Arthur and I used to frequent before we got married. Back before Arthur's family went bankrupt, he often brought me here to eat king crab. But since we got married, he hadn't brought me back once. This restaurant had a unique tradition: they invited couples to take a commemorative polaroid photo before their meal. With my arm linked through Ethan's, I turned the corner and immediately saw Arthur and Chloe standing together, getting their picture taken. I shot Arthur an ice-cold look and said mockingly: "Arthur, where is the client you were supposed to be meeting? Did your second personality chase them away?" Arthur turned around and saw me standing with a man he didn't recognize. His face turned pitch black. Pointing at Ethan, his voice trembling with anger, Arthur demanded: "Serena, how could you cheat on me while we're still married?!" I held onto Ethan's arm and smiled sweetly. "Why are you the only one allowed to have fun, while I'm not even allowed to light a candle? "Come on, Ethan, let's go take a picture too." Right in front of Arthur and Chloe, Ethan and I took a photo together, making a heart shape with our hands. Chloe, standing off to the side, immediately started mocking Ethan: "Ethan, I never thought a grown man like you would end up as a kept boy for a housewife. "Mrs. Vance sure has an 'unique' taste, abandoning Mr. Vance's massive wealth to become the sugar mommy of a poor, uneducated loser." Ethan stood next to me, responding to Chloe coldly: "Aren't you a kept woman yourself? What makes you so high and mighty? "Sister, they're so mean. Let's just go eat and ignore them." Ethan and I had a wonderful, incredibly enjoyable dinner. Arthur and Chloe stared at us the entire time, barely tasting their food. That night, when we got home, Arthur saw the drastic change in my attitude towards him. He glared at me with dark, brooding eyes. "Serena, didn't I tell you? Being with Chloe is just my second personality acting up! "Why did you deliberately pretend to be with another man just to make me angry?" I pulled a medical report out of the drawer and looked at him with icy eyes. "Arthur, let's get a divorce." Arthur glanced at the report in his hand, then threw it directly onto the floor. 6 He mocked me coldly: "I get diagnosed with DID, so you suddenly get diagnosed with DID too? Who do you think you're fooling with this fake report?" I wiped away my tears, my voice choking: "Believe whatever you want. I'll give you the divorce papers this month. You have no right to restrict my second personality from dating." Arthur stared at me, his brow furrowed deeply. "Serena, you can't just do whatever you want just because you know I love you." Looking at his hypocritical face, I couldn't help but ask: "What about you? When you hired Chloe to be your assistant, did you ever consider my feelings?" Arthur's face turned livid. Faced with my question, he chose to remain silent. I didn't say anything else about his attitude. I simply, quietly found a lawyer to help me draft the divorce agreement. As I spent more and more time with Ethan, I realized my "second personality" actually genuinely liked this sunny, cheerful boy. To compensate for the guilt I felt, every time we met, I would give him small gifts. You know, little things like a car, or a house. But he didn't seem to like it when I gave him those things; he thought they were too expensive. I had no choice but to settle for the next best thing: I used my connections at the university to directly funnel money to Ethan. As I spent more time with Ethan, I felt my "illness" rapidly improving. But someone always had to show up and cause trouble. After spending so much time with Ethan, the doctor said my condition had improved significantly. "Your second personality was a vengeful persona created by your deep dissatisfaction with your reality. "Just be careful lately. Try to avoid emotional triggers. With medication to control it, you're essentially no different from a normal person." Hearing the doctor's words, I let out a sigh of relief. As I walked into the hospital lobby, I saw Chloe walking towards me, looking incredibly pleased with herself. She put on a fake display of concern: "Serena, you don't look so good. Did you make Mr. Vance mad? Men just need a little coaxing. Don't be so stubborn." I looked at her smug, triumphant face and sneered: "I'm so rich the only thing I have is money. If you like the worn-out shoes I threw away, be my guest. Take them." Chloe's face flushed bright red. She glanced down at the medical report in my hand and burst out laughing. "Serena, you haven't been able to give Mr. Vance a child in three years. He's been sick of you for a long time. And now... I'm pregnant with his child. "Serena, you really need to start planning for your future. How are you going to survive without Mr. Vance's money?" Hearing her words, I looked slightly surprised. Not because she was pregnant. But because she thought I couldn't survive without Arthur. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but laugh coldly: "Is that so? What if one day Arthur decides he doesn't want you anymore? Will you still keep the baby?" Chloe probably thought I was just trying to scare her. She proudly pushed out her still-flat stomach, her words filled with provocation. "Mr. Vance told me that as long as I give him a big, fat son, he'll divorce you and make my future child the CEO of the company." The corners of my mouth curled up slightly into a faint smile: "Then did your precious Mr. Vance ever tell you that he absolutely does not have the guts to divorce me?" Chloe crossed her arms, her face full of mockery and disbelief. "Impossible. Mr. Vance said he lost feelings for you a long time ago. He's sick and tired of waking up next to you every day. "Mr. Vance loves me now. As soon as my baby is born, he's definitely going to divorce you." I looked at the incredibly impatient woman in front of me. After thinking for a moment, I gave her a suggestion. "Since your love is so grand and profound that you need a shotgun wedding, why don't you go whisper in his ear and tell him to divorce me? "Then I can just take my little toyboy—your ex-fiancé, Ethan—and go live a free, happy life." Chloe froze for a second, her peripheral vision catching a glimpse of my DID diagnosis report. I patted her shoulder and smiled sweetly: "I'll be waiting for the day you make Arthur divorce me." I walked out of the hospital, feeling a bit chaotic. 7 I was probably just thoroughly disgusted by Chloe. So, I went to a club and, purely out of revenge, ordered thirty male models to dance for me. I got drunk after just one drink. I called Ethan, my voice choked with tears. "Ethan, Venmo me 50 bucks, and I'll tell you the story of my one-night stand with thirty male models..." I didn't realize Ethan had me on speakerphone. Arthur's voice suddenly blasted through the phone. "Serena, you've got some nerve! We aren't even divorced yet, and not only are you keeping Ethan as your sugar baby, but you're also going to clubs to order male models! Do you have any respect for me as your husband at all?!" The alcohol went straight to my head. I yelled into the phone: "Is that Arthur, that little bitch?!" Then I heard the sound of teeth grinding aggressively on the other end. I assumed it was Arthur. Only his teeth grinding sounded that awful. "Serena, where are you right now? Stop embarrassing me in public." Hearing Arthur's disgusted tone, I frowned. "Give the phone back to Ethan. I'm talking to Ethan. This is none of your business." While watching the male models dance, I kept urging Ethan to come keep me company. Half an hour later, they arrived together. Watching them walk in unison, I asked curiously: "Why are you two together? Don't tell me Arthur is jealous and deliberately picking a fight with Ethan? "Or are you, Ethan, upset that I haven't divorced Arthur yet, and you want me to do it?" Arthur's face was ashen. He answered before Ethan could: "I'm not jealous! Even if I was, it's because we are husband and wife. As my wife, you are not allowed to stray! "Also, I didn't cheat! You can't blame me for the things my second personality did!" I never realized Arthur's skin was this thick. Even now, he still refused to admit that he cheated. Using my liquid courage, I gave Arthur the middle finger and mocked him. "Tsk. What a classless, garbage man. Still refusing to admit it. You're completely ruining my mood to watch these male models." The moment I shifted my gaze back to the male models, Ethan stepped in front of me. He bit his lip, asking in a low voice: "Sister, are they better looking than me? You can't even tear your eyes away." I seriously re-evaluated Ethan's impossibly handsome face, then glanced at the decent, but clearly heavily makeup-reliant faces of the male models. And finally, I glanced at Arthur's dark, aged face. I seriously started wondering how I was ever blind enough to fall for someone as ugly and classless as Arthur. I thought for three seconds, then gave Ethan a huge thumbs up. "You're definitely the best looking, Ethan. They can't even compare to you." I giggled and pinched Ethan's handsome face, making Arthur so angry his face completely twisted. Furious, Arthur grabbed my arm and tried to drag me forward. The pain made me yell: "Arthur, let go of me! I'm not your dog that comes when called and leaves when dismissed! "If you don't want to be with me anymore, just say it! We'll get a divorce! "I, Serena, am not some desperate dog who can't live without you, nor am I someone you can just pacify with a few sweet words!" Seeing this, Ethan forcefully separated us and pulled me behind him. The man who used to blush every time he saw me was now furiously criticizing Arthur. "Arthur, since you're secretly with Chloe, why can't you just let my beautiful, kind-hearted sister go?!" I chimed in: "Exactly! Arthur, you liar, you psycho! If you don't let me go, I'm going to sue you!" Arthur raised an eyebrow lightly, thinking I was just playing hard to get. A cold smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
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