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In fact, even if I don't post this on social media, she will still see it. I often share updates about my life, documenting my experiences. This is something Wei Xinyue despises the most because she thinks I'm just showing off. But I don't care; I love to flaunt my life. I want her to know that my days are a thousand times better than hers. She hates me, and how could I not hate her in return? If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have fallen to this level.
A month after our wedding, Wei Ruoming took a mistress. I wasn't surprised by this at all. I was never Wei Ruoming's only one, and certainly not after we got married. From the very beginning, I knew he was a flirt. Of course, I never naively thought that Wei Ruoming was the type to love only me for a lifetime. That thought never crossed my mind.
From Wei Ruoming, I could get what I wanted. What I wanted was never his loyalty; I merely saw him as a long-term financial support. Naturally, before becoming his long-term support, I had to please him first. However, gradually, I noticed that Wei Ruoming's interest in me was dwindling. His gaze towards me grew colder, and despite my attempts to flatter him, he remained indifferent.
He began to get physical with me. At first, it happened when he was drunk; he would lash out at me in a fit of rage. Then afterward, he would apologize and buy me a new handbag. On another occasion, I accompanied him to a gathering where many wealthy wives were present.
There is a wealthy woman I know, Mrs. Chen. We have some mutual friends, so we often attend gatherings together. After one such gathering, Mrs. Chen pulled me aside and said she admired my social media posts. I asked her if Boss Chen didn’t give her any money. She smiled and replied, "Mrs. Wei, do you think we are all as happy as you?"
As she spoke, she looked around and pointed to a few other wealthy women, saying, "They all have their own struggles; as long as the money is right, everything else is not a problem." I was somewhat shocked. I didn’t know if what Mrs. Chen said was true, but I understood one thing: all the women here were not with their men for love. In other words, we shared a common secret—that our marriages were not happy.
But what was there to feel sorry about? If anyone deserved sympathy, it should be me. At least they could attend public events with their husbands, while I could only wait at home for Wei Ruoming to occasionally remember me. When Wei Ruoming thought of me, it was usually when he was about to unleash his violence.
At first, it was just punches and kicks; then he began using tools. Eventually, he didn’t care about anything and would shove me into a bathtub filled with water, nearly drowning me. By that time, he had long lost the charm he had during our courtship. He would tear at my face, slam my head against the wall, and grip my neck tightly with his hands… He didn’t care whether I lived or died because he knew I wouldn’t dare to fight back.
Every time after he hits me, he apologizes when he sobers up and buys me a new handbag. But what good does that do? The physical wounds heal, but the emotional scars will never fade. I feel like I am just a tool for his release, and I never know when I might end up dead at his hands. I have truly had enough of this life! I must leave him! Finally, I have waited long enough for an opportunity.
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