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After I found out he slept with someone else, I felt he was so dirty

I was flipping through his phone that day, and like many times in the past, I found no trace of his cheating. This made me confident in him, and even more confident that he loved me.

However, just when I was about to put down his phone and go take a shower, I clicked somewhere and opened something like a gallery. There were several videos with very pornographic covers inside. I thought they were just something he watched when he had nothing to do to comfort himself.

Driven by curiosity, I plan to experience some of the video content he likes. After all, I have been with him for a long time, and I still don’t understand his true interest in that area.

So, I put on my headphones and clicked on one of the videos. At the beginning of the video, someone is naked and has a camera, while a woman is lying on the bed playing with her mobile phone. I feel like the scene in the video looks familiar, but I can’t tell where it is.

Then the man in the video walked towards the woman lying on the bed with his back to the camera. He lay on the bed and got close to the woman, kissed the woman's lips and ears, and moved his hands around the woman's body.

The woman's voice was flattering and delicate, her body twisted slightly, and then the man turned around to get the condom on the bedside table. At that moment, I saw the man's face clearly, and I also knew the place where they were lingering - my husband had cheated on other women in our home.

When I saw that, I quit the video.

My first reaction was not anger, but jealousy that the woman in the video was younger than me. The next thing I felt was that he was so dirty and disgusting.

I walked back and forth in the room a lot, thinking about how to deal with this matter, and how to face the "dirty" person.

In the evening, he pushed open the door and I pretended to be happy to welcome him home. When he came over to kiss me, I suppressed my nausea and accepted his love with a smile on my face. .

At the dinner table, he talked to me as usual, making me laugh, and telling me about things he encountered in the company. I didn’t want to laugh, because in that video I felt that all his performances were like a clown, like a fly wearing a mask and telling jokes.

After dinner, I was washing dishes in the kitchen and he walked in and hugged me from behind. At that moment I felt like I was being blasphemed, and a very real feeling of nausea arose from the bottom of my heart. I couldn't help but retched, and he said, "You don't seem to be feeling right today. Are you pregnant?"

I smiled to myself, speechless at his guess. I suppressed the discomfort in my heart, turned around and said to him: "It's okay, maybe a little tired."

The reason why I am like this is because I know his character, unless he wants to leave me, otherwise When I asked for a breakup, he would just keep stalking me until death. Don't ask why, I had seen his methods when we were together. At that time, I was moved by him and thought that he would treat me wholeheartedly. Now it seems that I am really confused and cannot judge people accurately.

"Then you go and rest, I'll wash it."

Hearing what he said, I immediately left and ran to the bedroom. I took a deep breath in front of the full-length mirror and thought How to get rid of him who is "dirty". In the end, I decided to use the method of treating him like ice to wear off his love for me.

When I was lying on my side at night and about to fall asleep, his arm was put on my body. I gritted my teeth and tried to break away, but there was no suitable excuse to reject his love. So, I had to pretend to go to the toilet to escape from his clutches.

In the bathroom, I washed my face and slowly calmed down. I thought he would fall asleep when I returned to bed, but when his arm was put around my waist again, I realized that he was not asleep. His head was on the back of my neck, his chest pressed against my back.

I prayed in my heart that someone could come to save me, but nothing happened. His breath was close to my ear, and I was so scared that I felt like I was about to be defiled.

"Ah." I hummed softly, jumped up from the bed, and rushed to the living room. I took out the medicine box and rummaged around in the drawer of the coffee table. I thought he would ignore me, but I never expected him to follow me closely and ask me what was wrong with me.

I prevaricated: "Maybe I caught a cold in my stomach and it hurts a little."

After that, I took the stomach medicine and walked to the water dispenser to get a glass of water, then curled up on the sofa , pretending to be very uncomfortable. He sat on the side and reached out his hand to my abdomen to rub it for me.

There was no romantic feeling at that moment. I just felt that he was acting for the occasion and that he was extremely hypocritical. And what he did made me think more and more that he was a scumbag.

We didn’t go to bed until very late that night. He snored as soon as he touched the pillow. Listening to his snoring, I let out a long sigh of relief.

The next day, I started to implement my own strategy of treating each other with respect - I didn't check his cell phone. In the evening he asked me if I had forgotten something, and I replied: I think you should have your own privacy. What I did before may have been a bit too much.

He didn’t pester me or hug me that night. He watched videos on his phone until midnight. I'm glad that my strategy paid off in that he didn't harass me.

I then implemented the second step - delegating power. I returned his salary card to him and told him that I believed him. When he got the salary card, his eyes flashed. The bright light said to me: You are so kind; you finally fell in love with me; and it said to me: Marrying such a virtuous wife like you is really a blessing from my previous life.

From then on, he came home later and later in the evening, and the excuse was the same - he was working overtime.

Every time he wanted to be affectionate with me, I would always push him away because I was too tired and comfort him with a "sweet kiss" that made me feel sick.

I don’t care what he does outside, what I care about is whether his feelings for me are weakening.

One day, I sent him a message saying: I want to buy some clothes, but I don’t have enough money in my card. Please transfer some to me.

He actually replied: I don’t have any money either. At that moment I knew that my strategy was successful. That night I waited for him to come home and asked for a divorce, and he agreed. Very refreshing and without any nostalgia.

And I feel like I have to jump out of the quagmire and regain a better life. I still thought he was "dirty" when it came time to sign the agreement, so I specially prepared two pens for signing, one for him and one for me.

In the end, I didn’t expose the fact that he was cheating. Of course, he wouldn’t know that I carefully planned this divorce.