I was on a business trip, cheating on my male colleagues. Shameless male colleagues ruined my happiness.

I used to feel that I was a good woman and took care of my family wholeheartedly. My husband never worried about my affairs. But I cheated on my male colleague when I was on a business trip, and I planned to hide it from my husband afterwards, so I spent the rest of my life. Who knows that my male colleague disclosed his relationship with me in the company, and finally my husband learned the truth and insisted on divorcing me.

If it weren't for that occasional indulgence, I think I would still be a happy little woman with a loving husband and a lovely daughter living in a small but warm house. Although I am not very rich, my little life is quite interesting. Very dull, very calm, for an ordinary or even mediocre woman, such a life is the most suitable.

I have always been content and grateful. After six years of marriage, I have been paying for this family with full love and enthusiasm, and regard it as important as life.

Many people praised me as a good wife and mother, praised my husband for being considerate and gentle, praised my daughter for being smart and lovely, and envied the warm atmosphere among our family of three. I am often moved by this. It seems that our family has always been regarded as a model of happiness.

No one expected that one day I would cheat and end this almost perfect marriage relationship, including myself.