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That night, I took melatonin. Mengxi fell asleep quickly. Seizing the opportunity, I unlocked his phone with my fingerprint. This was the first time I had looked through his phone since we got married. It would also be the last time I did so.
He told that girl, "Baby, have you been busy lately?" The girl replied, "I have exams coming up, of course I'm busy." Mengxi sent a red envelope: "Make sure to study well and don't tire yourself out too much." The girl responded with a smiley face.
Mengxi sent another red envelope: "What do you want to buy? Go ahead and get it." The girl said, "Okay, thank you, husband." Mengxi replied, "Next time I'll take you shopping."
I scrolled through their previous chat history. Mengxi had bought her many gifts: clothes, shoes, bags, cosmetics. These were all things that Mengxi had never given me. He told her to study hard and get good grades. He advised her to eat more vegetables and less meat for her health. He also told her to take care of herself and not to make him worry.
Looking at these chat records, I felt both amused and heartbroken. I never imagined that one day I would see such messages on Mengxi's phone. I never thought there would be a young and beautiful girl who would receive what I once longed for.
I stared at the screen, feeling numb inside. I had been married to Mengxi for four years, and to save money, we had never had children. Because Mengxi was busy, I took on most of the household chores. Since Mengxi's salary wasn't high, I always budgeted carefully. Because he liked peace and quiet, I tried my best to keep things calm. Because he preferred cleanliness, I maintained a tidy home.
But in the end, what did I get? He would rather spend his time and energy on another woman than spare me a glance. He would rather spend money buying gifts for another woman than give me a single extra penny. He wouldn't even defend my dignity in front of our neighbors. He treated me like a free maid at his disposal.
And the person he truly loved was next door.
I don’t know how I fell asleep that night; I only remember putting away the melatonin before bed. The next morning when I woke up, Mengxi had already gone to work. I packed my bags, took our marriage certificate, and went to find that girl.
She looked at me, somewhat surprised: "You are Xia Ran?"
I nodded and placed the marriage certificate on the table.
She glanced at the marriage certificate, then at me, her face filled with disbelief, her hands trembling: "What are you doing?"
I looked at her: "I'm the same age as you, you don't need to be afraid."
"I came today to tell you something."
"I have decided to divorce Mengxi."
"So, you don't have to worry about what I might do to you."
She hesitated a bit: "Then, what do you want me to do?"
I looked at her: "I hope you won't tell Mengxi that we met."
She was stunned: "Just like that?"
I nodded: "Just like that."
She thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay, I promise you."
I stood up and smiled at her: "Thank you."
She didn't say anything, just looked at me with a complex expression.
I didn't return to that apartment filled with arguments and indifference.
I rented a place for myself.
Because I could no longer rely on Mengxi.
I wanted to start a new life.
A week later, Mengxi found my company.
He stopped me, looking anxious: "Xia Ran, why have you suddenly become so cold towards me?"
I looked at him and said flatly: "You're overthinking it."
He grabbed my hand: "Xia Ran, let's talk properly."
I shook off his hand and coldly said: "I need to go to work, don't interfere with me."
He blocked my way: "Xia Ran, you must clarify things today."
I looked at him and sighed.
Curious glances from my colleagues kept coming my way; I didn't want to lose my job over marital issues.
I could only tell him: "I need to print some documents, don't follow me."
He nodded and stood there waiting for me.
I walked into the printing room, rolled up my sleeves, deliberately exposing the bruise.
When I came out again, my colleagues surrounded me.
Sister Li grabbed my hand and exclaimed: "Xiao Ran, did your husband hit you?"
I pretended to be strong and shook my head: "It's nothing, Sister Li, I was just careless."
Mengxi came over, wanting to grab my hand: "Xia Ran, you misunderstood, I didn't—"
Brother Zhang stepped in front of me, glaring at Mengxi: "What do you mean? You hit Xia Ran and still have the face to come find her?"
Mengxi was taken aback: "I—I didn't; she did it herself—"
I stopped talking, just lowered my head and pretended to look hurt.
My colleagues began to chatter among themselves.
"Oh dear, Xiao Ran is really pitiful; she usually doesn't say much, turns out she's being abused by her husband."
"It's no wonder she always has bruises; I thought she was just getting bumped around."
"People like that are scum; don't bother with them. If you keep hitting, someone might get killed."
"Yeah, Xiao Ran, don't be afraid. With us here, he won't dare to do anything to you."
Mengxi was pushed aside, wanting to speak but unable to.
I suppressed my laughter, pretending to be aggrieved, and said softly, "Thank you, everyone."
Brother Zhang patted my shoulder: "Xiao Ran, if you need anything, just let us know. We will help you."
I nodded and showed a grateful smile.
Mengxi stood by, his face flushed, unable to say a word.
Sister Li pushed him: "What are you still doing here? Hurry up and leave!"
Mengxi looked at me and then at the colleagues, and could only leave in defeat.
After work, I went home as usual.
However, Mengxi was waiting at the door. As soon as he saw me return, he grabbed my arm: "Xia Ran, what exactly is going on?"
I shook off his hand: "What do you want?"
He stared at me: "Did you do something to Yiyi?"
I looked at him and said each word clearly: "I did nothing."
He gritted his teeth: "Let me tell you, if there's anything, come at me. Don't hurt Yiyi."
I nodded: "Okay, I remember."
He glared at me fiercely: "If you dare to hurt Yiyi, I won't let you off."
I nodded: "I know."
He took out his phone and waved it: "If you want to find Yiyi, you have to go through me first."
I looked at him with a calm heart.
At that moment, I finally understood.
He wouldn't hurt me anymore.
Because he had completely left.
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