The Intelligent Housewife's Comeback

A month ago, I discovered my husband was having an affair.

Merely two days before I made the discovery, he was still keeping me company watching a TV program named "Women Kill" on a satellite TV channel.

At that moment, he was angrily pounding on his thick thigh, feeling indignant for the female guest on the stage and vehemently cursing the lousy man, saying that the jerk's brain was in his crotch.

I was reminded of the plot in the show where the wife was once taunted by the mistress by taking advantage of the husband's birthmark, so I joked with him, "Honey, who has ever seen the birthmark on your butt?"

"Do you think your husband runs around naked on the streets all the time?" He swallowed hard and said, "Of course, only you and my mom have seen it, honey."

It was merely a jest, so I didn't inquire further. After all, trust holds the supreme position in a marital relationship.

However, before long, I saw a photo of my husband's buttock birthmark taken by the mistress, and the background was the bed sheet in a hotel of Universal Studios.

Our son had been begging to go there, but my husband always said he was too busy to get tickets.

As it turned out, he regarded that place as his own paradise.

I've finally realized that taking the mistress on a holiday is also a form of business trip. This kind of "busy" is the highest level of being occupied.

This year marks the tenth anniversary of our marriage.

When we got married, he had just embarked on his entrepreneurial journey and was penniless. He even had to borrow money from me to pay the salaries of his employees. However, I didn't look down upon him. Instead, I encouraged him, knowing that the beginning is always the toughest.

In the second year of our marriage, we had a baby, and his company began to turn a profit. Although the amount of money wasn't large, I was quite gratified. To relieve him of any concerns at the rear, I chose to become a full-time housewife wholeheartedly.

At that time, many friends around me felt pity for me. But I held the view that life wasn't merely about material possessions. Love alone could make one feel satisfied, Subsequently, his company was able to bring in several million in revenue every year.

Although there was still a certain gap between my current lifestyle and the one when I lived before, at least I wouldn't feel a pang of pain when buying an LV bag or dining at a Italy restaurant.

I had been numbed by the illusion of the happiness I wove for myself for so many years. At this moment, I felt like I was nothing but a joke.

My husband usually had a lot of social gatherings. On that day, his buddies sent him home, and he drifted off to sleep as soon as he lay on the bed.

While helping him tidy up, I was filled with emotions as I thought about his dedication to our family over the years. He was just over forty, but he looked much older.

Suddenly, he grabbed my hand while I was unbuttoning his shirt and pulled me into his arms, mumbling "Cathryn" in his sleep.

At first, I didn't pay much attention to it, thinking that what he called out was just "kiss kiss". But then, unexpectedly, he called out again soon after, louder and clearer than the previous time.

I froze. Who was Cathryn?

Just then, my husband's phone vibrated, which jolted me back to my senses.

I picked it up, only to find that I couldn't unlock it. Then I noticed that the wallpaper was different from the one I had seen before, and the case looked somewhat newer.

When a man had two identical phones by his side at the same time, there must have been something wrong.

I looked at the man who was sleeping like a log on the bed and, without hesitation, used his finger to unlock the phone. Then I tiptoed into the balcony.

The person's Whatsapp nickname was "CD" followed by a red heart.

The message read, "If you don't come today, I'll return the new sexy lingerie I bought! Hmph!"

While scrolling through their chat history of exchanged pictures, I found a photo of my husband's birthmark on his buttocks, which she had drawn into the shape of a little turtle.

My heart felt as if it was stabbed by a sword. It hurt so much.

My husband's full name is Raegan Patel, and the nickname she used for him was Raegan too.

Driven by curiosity, I opened Pandora's box. I started to analyze the situation calmly. Judging from the chat dialog box, Raegan seemed to have excessive confidence in his little tricks, which was why their entire chat history was preserved.

Among a great many messages like "kiss, love, miss", I found that on many occasions when he claimed to be on business trips or at social engagements, he was actually with this girl instead.

There was even one time when I was writhing in pain due to appendicitis. I called him again and again, but he just didn't answer the phone. In the end, I fainted right there in the supermarket.

Now I had all the answers.

Besides, I discovered that apart from hotels, they also had a regular meeting place.

While taking photos of the girl's Whatsapp name, I also took a look at her WhatsApp statuses. As a result, I got to see what it meant to be a selfie expert.

However, judging from my discerning eye that has seen countless beautiful women, her figure and appearance were just ordinary. After all, those achieved through cosmetic surgeries can only be considered third-rate. Nevertheless, her youth was something I couldn't deny; indeed, the corners of her eyes and mouth were really firm.

After keeping the information I wanted, I exited the chat window and deliberately marked the messages as unread again.

Looking at the face of the man who was still sleeping like a log, I could no longer retrieve the proud sense of happiness that I had felt when I was wiping his face just now.