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In the book, there was a photo of her, vibrant and youthful. But now, she seemed a bit unhinged. Everything my husband had said matched up, yet I still felt a sense of dissonance. I secretly took a picture and sent it to Lin Wan'er. She replied, confirming that I had found her. This girl was the connection between my husband and Lin Wan'er's scumbag boyfriend.
The girl stood up and left. My emotions were complicated; I wasn't sure if I should continue following her. After all, she was my husband's ex-girlfriend, and my current task was to investigate matters related to PUA. However, I worried that if I didn't follow her, I might lose an important lead. After much hesitation, I decided to pursue her. I kept a safe distance to avoid being noticed.
The girl wandered aimlessly down the street, muttering to herself. I trailed behind her, listening to her words, which weighed heavily on my heart. She seemed to be repeating phrases like "I love you" and "Don't leave me," which only reinforced my belief that she was indeed my husband's ex-girlfriend.
I followed her for quite some time as she continued to repeat those words without any other actions. Realizing this approach wasn't effective, I decided to get closer. I walked up beside her and softly asked, "Excuse me, are you Wang Zi?"
She suddenly stopped muttering and turned to look at me, her eyes filled with suspicion. "Who are you?"
"I'm Zhou Siqi, Chen Yifei's wife," I replied.
Her expression shifted from suspicion to surprise, and then she began muttering again: "Chen Yifei, Chen Yifei..."
"Yes, I'm Chen Yifei's wife," I emphasized.
Suddenly, she burst into laughter: "Wife? Ha ha, wife..."
Her laughter made me uneasy; it felt as if she knew something. "You know something, don't you?" I pressed on.
The girl suddenly stopped laughing and looked at me with a strange expression. "What do you know? I don't know anything."
I felt disappointed; it seemed I wouldn't get any clues from her. I decided to leave and continue my investigation.
However, just as I turned to walk away, the girl suddenly grabbed my hand. "Do you know? Chen Yifei is a devil."
I was taken aback; her words struck me like a heavy blow to the heart. I turned back to see the seriousness on her face, and a chill ran down my spine.
"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice trembling.
The girl suddenly displayed a look of fear. "He... he will eat you."
A shiver ran down my back; her words filled me with an unprecedented terror. I didn't know if what she said was true, but I could tell she was in a bad state.
Fearing for her safety, I took her home. Her brother was surprised to see me return her safely and simply said thank you before taking her inside, not even offering me a cup of tea.
I wasn't angry; after all, one was the brother of Chen Yifei's ex-girlfriend, and the other was Chen Yifei's current wife.
Watching them disappear into the house, I realized where the dissonance lay. According to my husband, he had to hold her because his ex-girlfriend had mental health issues and he was worried about her well-being—it was merely a therapeutic measure.
But how could such a kind-hearted person leave her alone in such a poor state?
When I returned home, my husband's call came through. I hesitated for a moment before answering.
"Hello, where are you?" he asked.
"I'm... I'm at home," I stammered; this man was becoming increasingly unfamiliar to me.
"What's wrong?" He seemed to sense my unease.
"Nothing... nothing," I quickly denied.
"I'll be home soon, wait for me," he said before hanging up.
I put down the phone, feeling utterly drained. Should I really believe what that girl said? Although her speech was somewhat disjointed, there was definitely something wrong with Chen Yifei.
I felt myself sinking deeper into a whirlpool from which I couldn't escape. My husband and Lin Wan'er’s boyfriend didn’t know each other; her boyfriend shouldn’t recognize that girl either.
Yet Lin Wan'er had said that when her boyfriend saw that girl, he was taken aback. There had to be something more to it; I couldn't bear to imagine what it might be.
Lying in bed, my heart was filled with fear and doubt. Should I really trust what that girl said?
When my husband returned, he saw me lying on the bed and walked over to ask, "What's wrong?"
I looked at him, my heart filled with complex emotions. Should I trust him? Should I share my doubts with him?
"Nothing, I'm just a bit tired," I replied.
My husband seemed unconvinced by my words. He looked at me, his gaze probing. He sat down beside me and continued, "Are you really okay?"
I shook my head. "I'm really fine."
He sighed and said nothing more. He stood up and began to take off his clothes.
I watched his back, wondering if he was a bad person. I asked myself silently.
That night, I had a nightmare. I dreamed that my husband transformed into a terrifying monster, lunging at me as if he wanted to devour me. I ran desperately, but there was no escape; I was trapped in this nightmare.
When I woke up, I was drenched in sweat. My husband lay beside me, looking at me with a hint of concern in his eyes. "Did you have a nightmare?"
I stared at him, realizing I couldn't discern whether his feelings were genuine or feigned.
In the following days, I pondered this question constantly. Should I really believe what that girl said?
I found myself caught in deep contradictions. On one hand, my husband and his ex-girlfriend Wang Zi truly had no emotional entanglements; on the other hand, Wang Zi's situation might be related to him.
Could he be the bad guy? Could I accept that? Was he sincere with me? Was I also his prey?
Days passed in a haze.
Then, I received a message from an unknown number. It read: "My sister wants to talk to you at Mingque Street Da Fu Stir-Fry Restaurant."
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