Chapter 14 Chapter Twelve

Autumn is cold, and many painful memories are gone, leaving only a little sad breath.The sadness caused by the phone call without conversation also gradually faded with the passage of time. In the infection of family affection, this kind of cheating emotion was once again submerged deep in my heart, and the husband seemed to be slowly recovering his former self. The demeanor, only occasionally reveals some vicissitudes and silence in some casual occasions and times.It's all over, and I finally let out a long sigh of relief.It seems that only time is the most powerful weapon, and all the pain will be weakened and weakened in front of it until it disappears.

I tried my best to be a good wife and mother, and I also tried my best to please my husband.For the first time in my life, I began to dress up to please my husband, and in this hobby I fell in love with shopping and kept buying myself clothes.In this way, you can keep yourself fresh in front of your husband.My husband seemed to be really infected or moved by me, and he began to love and care for me as passionately as before the accident.This adds to my endless gratitude to my husband. Once again, I feel that a woman, especially a middle-aged woman like me, a woman who only cared about her children and her husband when she was young, and basically neglected her studies and careers, now has no choice but to love her husband wholeheartedly Kids and families too.Perhaps it is in this state of mind that life feels boring and dull in the repetition day after day.And it's the very soil of boredom that is perhaps best suited for the breeding of things that are not good for marriage.When the passion is over, when the rationality returns, recalling that unforgettable love, although sometimes I feel ridiculous, but I still frankly admit that I am very sincere and giving, and I still can’t deny it. Hiding that shadow deeply, and still loving him deeply.However, I know that my life can never be changed, and can never be changed, especially when I am struggling to find my original marriage and love.

However, I have never doubted whether this kind of joy and happiness can really be as peaceful and long-lasting as before after a storm.I just wishful thinking that apart from some maturity, my husband is still the original husband, the husband who has always been devoted to me.But something happened later, which made me shake and doubt my own feeling, so that for a long time, I hid an inexplicable uneasiness and fear deep in my heart.Whether this uneasiness and fear really foreshadowed anything, I could not have said at the time.But a few months later, when it all became clear, I learned that what people call a sixth sense really exists, and is sometimes quite accurate.

That incident happened on a Sunday in the late autumn of that year.When I was about to go shopping again, I saw my husband humming a little song and wearing a tie in a good mood, so I casually said something to accompany me to buy a dress.Unexpectedly, he, who is usually most annoyed by shopping malls, readily agreed. Accompanied by my husband, my mood is as bright as the bright sun.Holding my husband's arm, my face was full of spring breeze, like a girl in love. In the mall, my husband patiently accompanied me through the shelves, and made me feel extremely happy again.I feel that my whole body and mind are filled with a kind of contentment and happiness.However, at this moment, my happy state of mind was disturbed by a phone call from my husband, which left a heavy shadow deep in my heart.

At the time, I was trying on a midi trench coat and waiting for my husband's opinion.Under my gaze, my husband just said "Hello", then he took a big step outside as if he was stung by something suddenly, and then said in a somewhat forceful or troubled tone, no, I am here What about shopping malls?Clearly, he wanted to end the call quickly.My intuition tells me that this call seems to be different from usual.So, a suspicion suddenly arose in my heart.Finally couldn't help it, I put on a casual look and asked who was here. The husband also said indifferently, a client, now wants to talk about cooperation.

Then talk on the phone?Because I often see my husband talking with clients on the phone for a long time. He said let me go back to work. Then you go back first.Because when shopping, the husband is often eager to have a phone call or even work to escape.And this anomaly made me feel even more wrong. The conversation ended here, but the unique sensitivity of women began to churn in my heart.I think maybe, I will forget it after a while.But this phone call, not only can I not completely forget it, but it also makes me restless and irritated.All kinds of guesses and thoughts kept running in my mind like a movie scene.Just when I was thinking wildly, the sales lady suddenly stood in front of me and asked, is it okay?

I woke up suddenly, and the sales lady on the opposite side was looking at me with her red lips pursed.This discovery didn’t matter, and I suddenly remembered another incident a few days ago: one day after lunch, my husband was lying on the bed, wearing a new shirt I bought for him, which I spent more than half of my wages on. Looking at the crumpled shirt, I said distressedly: Can't you sleep after changing your clothes? At this time, I suddenly saw a red patch about three inches below my husband's shoulder on the light gray dress.I blurted out: what is this?When did you rub it?The husband was taken aback, with a puzzled look on his face.

Like lipstick.I observed it repeatedly for about a minute, and said half-jokingly, half-seriously. I think it looks like it too, the husband said jokingly, and then continued: "It must be the ink pad that was stamped yesterday when I stamped it." Although sometimes I also like to eat a little bit of vinegar, but I didn't take it seriously that time. If it was really a woman's lipstick, maybe it was my husband's relaxed attitude that made me not have any doubts. Then, it seems that my husband sometimes Also amazing.At that time, I only remembered that my thoughts on lipstick were just a flash, and then I believed my husband's words without any doubt.

This memory didn't matter, I suddenly felt heavy in my heart, and my legs felt a little weak.My mind quickly sorted out all the scenes at that time: the lipstick was irregularly flat, and there were two slanting blanks in the middle, which were irregularly crossed.At this time, I suddenly realized a detail, that is, the ink pad rubbed on the body should be rubbed on the cuffs, or the outside of the body, but the lipstick was on the inside of the upper part of the arm.However, if the seal passes by the arm next to it, it will also rub against it.No, that lipstick is on the right arm.According to common sense, the right arm is usually used to hold the seal... After thinking about it, I can't figure it out more and more, which makes me feel unbearable headache.I rubbed my cheeks helplessly, and then warned myself: Maybe it was just a play with the young lady.

The shopping mall was crowded and noisy, and my good mood was suddenly disturbed by the memory of that phone call and lipstick.When the waiter looked at me hopefully again, I suddenly found that I was no longer interested.I hastily put down my clothes and fled. In the gloomy mood, walking in the sunshine and among the graceful beauties, my original inferiority complex became more serious: It seems that youth is really important to women.The husband next to me was still in good spirits, kept telling various jokes, and commented on all kinds of beauties who walked by us.I tried my best to greet him with an excited look.Another beautiful girl, Ping Ping Ting Ting, came across, with her plump breasts wrapped in a tight sweater, beating gently and softly with the rhythm of walking.I quickly opened my eyes, however, I still saw the woman's eyes, her pair of black and beautiful eyes were staring at her husband's face.I turned my head and found that my husband was also looking absent-minded, his eyes seemed to be attracted by the chest of the woman opposite.A sour jealousy rose from my heart, and I felt an inexplicable loss, and I couldn't help falling behind my husband.My husband walked briskly in front of me, with one hand in his trouser pocket and the other swinging smartly, as if he didn't pay attention to my emotional changes.I suddenly found that my husband was very conspicuous and attractive in the crowd.In the following relationship, I am even more convinced of this charm.

When we passed a well-decorated Korean restaurant, my husband happily offered to treat me to Korean food.Although I was in a bad mood, for the sake of my husband, I still pretended to be happy and agreed. The restaurant is in both Chinese and English, with two beautiful signs: Hand in hand.Walking inside, I found that it was as elegant and sentimental as the storefront outside.The orange wooden floor, orange walls, orange lights, and soft music seem to exude the charm of orange, making the whole store filled with soft and warm tones.Stepping on the floor, a kind of coziness and comfort spread from the feet to the whole body with the sound of creaking.The service lady in the orange-red dress smiled and took us to a secluded corner, where a big red candle was lit and the flames danced. According to the lady's orange-red dress, the husband on the opposite side seemed to be also orange-red. The husband smiled and chatted with the service lady, and I realized that my husband was so pleasing to women, because I clearly saw the two ladies teasing her husband with eyes full of admiration. What happened, why didn't I discover these charms of my husband.When we are in love, I always pay attention to his shortcomings. When I love him, I only know that he is my husband, and I only know that he is closely related to my destiny.I seem to have never noticed his charm, and never tried to appreciate him from the perspective of a lover.So it seems that I was too careless, or that I paid too little attention to my husband. My husband was sitting on the opposite seat, gently explaining the dishes and snacks to me.His forehead is clean and bright, shining indistinctly in the candlelight, his eyebrows are black and thick, his nose is high and protruding, his lips are thick, purple and plump under the influence of alcohol, without a trace of wrinkle, typical sexy.Wherever he sits, every move is so free and easy, yet elegant. I looked at my husband absent-mindedly, and couldn't help being confused: Is this my husband?When I told over and over again that the man in front of me was my husband, I suddenly felt an overwhelming pain in my heart: I have such an excellent husband, why don’t I know how to appreciate him, why do I still love other men, What's wrong with me? My husband didn't seem to notice what was going on in my heart, and kept uttering soft words from his sexy lips.In my daydream, I felt that his eyes began to become blurred and hazy, and they appeared extremely vivid in the candlelight.He slowly stretched out his hand, pressed it on mine, and said softly and tenderly: I love you as always!do you know? My heart throbbed violently, like the feeling when he kissed me for the first time in love.I felt my eyes start to get wet, and tears began to roll in their sockets.Yes, how long has it been, this passion seems to us a thing of the past, too far away to remember.I have a vague feeling that since we had children, we have hardly eaten outside alone, let alone sat in such an emotional environment.Maybe that's the sticking point for us, and maybe that's the sticking point for my betrayal of my marriage.I need passion, and marriage needs passion! My husband gently handed over a napkin that smelled of jasmine, and patted my face with his big and strong hands.Everything will pass, he said.Remember, no matter what happens in the future, I will always love you! There is affection in my husband's eyes, but there seems to be a trace of inexplicable strangeness there, a trace of something that confuses me. I can't figure out what it is and when it started.As a result, the vague uneasiness that arose in the shopping mall just now intensified again, and it took root like a seed in my heart, which began to germinate and grow slowly, and could never be shaken away. Day by day, I was busy and unknowingly living peacefully. My doubts about my husband were like the temperature in late autumn. The temperature is lower when it meets the north wind, and it is higher when it meets the south wind. Indescribable fear.For the first time, I began to seriously examine my husband from the perspective of a bystander, but the result of this examination made me suddenly feel extremely unconfident about myself and whether I could still win my husband's affection.This is because every day and every moment I get along with my husband, I can discover new advantages and strengths from him, and all of these are hitting my self-confidence bit by bit.It is only now that I deeply realize that all my understanding of my husband has remained at the level of being in love at the beginning.After ten years of hard work and social beatings, my husband has grown from a simple young man to a mature, capable and attractive man. As this realization grew, I felt a strain.This kind of pressure made me feel a kind of resentment towards myself, resentment for neglecting my husband and neglecting the renewal of marital relationship.I also began to believe in the theory that marriage, as stated in the book, needs watering and care like living animals and plants.After I understood this, I no longer ignored and rejected my husband’s invitations as before, but like a lover, I took my husband’s arm to go to restaurants, bars, and even occasionally with my husband and his friends when he had time. sing and dance.During these processes, I once again deeply felt my husband's wit, flirtatiousness and charm.So, I knew that only by making myself better can I have my husband and his love forever. It's my husband's birthday coming up and I'm hoping to surprise him.I quietly discussed with my daughter and went to the hotel to celebrate.We were even going to drag him to the restaurant in a daze, and let the waiter push the cake cart to tell him.My daughter was so eager to try it, she couldn't hold back.At the urging of my daughter, I booked a birthday party at a very tasteful restaurant several days in advance and made arrangements. The husband is still busy, leaving early and returning late, and even working overtime all night in order to catch up with the schedule or report.He often forgets his birthday.I think I have to forget about his work vigor this time.This is exactly what I was looking forward to, and it is what my daughter is looking forward to.The daughter stared at the round eyes several times, imagining the look of her father when he saw the cake suddenly appearing in front of her eyes. She was looking forward to the scene of her father's birthday again and again. That morning, my daughter was the first to wake up. She ran up gently, pulled me up, and smiled at me mysteriously.And he put his fat fingers on his mouth and kept hissing, for fear that his husband would know, or that he would suddenly remember his birthday. The husband was still sleeping like an ignorant child, snoring softly.I was dragged into her room by my daughter and repeatedly warned not to say anything. I think my daughter must have been immersed in this kind of excitement all day, because I was also inspired by this fresh emotion almost all morning and afternoon, and kept imagining various scenes of my birthday that night.Over the past few days, almost all the ideas have gone through my mind, except for one that I didn't predict.That is, when I picked up my daughter after get off work and looked for him, I couldn't find him-the unit didn't have it, and the mobile phone couldn't get through.The daughter was so anxious that her voice became more and more high-pitched, and she was about to cry. My daughter and I waited under my husband's office building for nearly an hour and talked on the phone for nearly an hour before I heard my husband's voice.The daughter was so happy that she almost jumped up, but the husband said that he couldn't have dinner with us because of something. My daughter must have sensed the change from my expression and the weak voice on the phone.The daughter answered the phone and asked eagerly: Why?We've got your birthday meal ordered!I heard my daughter's voice already crying, and tears rolled down from under her long eyelashes. There were people coming and going on the street, and the men and women of the husband’s unit kept leaving get off work, looking at us curiously and walking past us.The daughter's face was full of tears, her face was aggrieved, and she kept sobbing and crying.I was depressed and lost.My daughter and I had no choice but to take a taxi to the hotel to return the meal and bought the cake back.My daughter is still unhappy, sitting on the sofa and can't even get interested in watching cartoons, her little face is frosty.It was only relented a bit when I suggested going to McDonald's. McDonald's was extremely lively, and my daughter quickly forgot the unhappiness just now in the cheerful and warm atmosphere made by McDonald's, devouring ice cream and French fries like a carefree bird. Sitting opposite my daughter, I was also freed from the loneliness just now, infected by my daughter, and began to eat happily. Human life is actually composed of many accidents, and perhaps it is these accidents that will cause major changes in the trajectory of human life.Just on this night, on this beautiful night full of stars, my life was once again bumped into the waist by accident, and this bump caused a new change in my life path. After eating with my daughter, I walked out happily.Without any warning, without any mental preparation, the daughter suddenly jumped up, stretched out her hands and shouted: Dad! Following the direction of my daughter's finger, I looked over and saw the silhouette of my husband about tens of meters away—in the beautiful night, the romantic and suave husband was cuddling with a slim girl. When I stood there stunned and at a loss, my daughter started running away from me.However, almost at the same time, I saw them hugging and getting into a taxi, which then turned quickly into the fast lane and merged into the rushing traffic.Only two taillights were left mockingly flashing at me like two big eyes, and soon disappeared into the distant night. It happened so suddenly that I was almost dizzy.I stood in front of McDonald's and tried to turn my head to figure out what was going on.However, his mind seemed to be stiff and blank.Didn't the husband say that there is a client who wants to discuss business?So is this woman his client?They seem very close!I kept thinking about the scene I saw just now, constantly analyzing the explanation my husband gave us, and judging what my husband said and did today.But when I finally came to a dire conclusion, I suddenly felt a fear I had never felt before.This fear made me finally have to give up all speculation.I told myself that my husband still loved me and there would be no problems in our marriage. The daughter came back from the traffic ahead with a look of fear on her face.I heard my daughter comforting me carefully, saying that the woman next to my father is definitely not a good woman, that woman is older and uglier than you, my father doesn't like her...my poor daughter, I know she doesn't want to admit that she sees I know what's going on in that poor little head of hers, as a matter of fact. I returned home like a sleepwalker in my daughter's chattering self-comfort and comfort to me.That night my husband didn't come back all night. When it was almost twelve o'clock, he called and said that he had to work overtime to catch up the materials. He also apologized and thanked me and my daughter for preparing the birthday party.I suddenly felt that there were many strange things looming in his familiar voice. This vague and distant feeling was like a wisp of smoke slowly blowing from the other end of the phone, and then immersed in my mind, surrounded me, and kept suffocating. Tears poured out like a bank bursting at this time... I spent the entire week in a state of sadness and fear as I had to rationally admit that my marriage faced greater challenges.I don't know how to face this situation, let alone how to recover.All I think is that maybe this is God's punishment for me, and I can only wait for all the disasters that God will come to me in my fate. What should come will always come, whether it is a volcano or an earthquake.From the day I met Sima Xiao, perhaps it was destined that my path would twist and turn along a thorny road. The incident happened on the morning of the second Sunday after my husband's birthday. My husband slept until ten o'clock, then got up and turned on the stereo, and went into the bathroom.I stood in front of the window, looking at the gray and bare grove again with melancholy.The entire woods no longer had the vitality of the past, like a dry riverbed, exposed to misery and loneliness.An old man was sitting cross-legged on the ground in a forest full of fallen leaves, his stooped back was facing my line of sight, that kind of oldness and loneliness blended into the mood of the whole forest, and I wondered in a trance that the lonely old man might be like The bare branches and bare trees in the forest grow together from the ground and from the seasons, which is the arrangement of the Creator. Just then, my husband's cell phone rang.He is still in the bathroom, and I used to pick it up and prepare to give it to my husband, because I was afraid of delaying his business.The stereo in the living room was very loud.However, I still heard a woman's voice on the phone, just as I pressed the OK button and trotted all the way to the bathroom.When the woman's voice just reached my ears, I suddenly had a feeling that it was the woman I saw at night.Then, I didn't know where the courage came from, I stopped, stood at the door of the bathroom, and eavesdropped on my husband's phone for the first time without shame. Accompanied by the sound of rushing water, my husband’s voice came clearly through the crack of the door where I was peeping: Of course I will never forget it, at six o’clock in the evening, I will remember it!Silly girl. He actually called her a silly girl affectionately. It must be the woman I met that night. My heart began to become frantic and even angry.My husband came out of the bathroom wet, exuding a fresh and happy atmosphere. I have understood the reasons for his happiness, the reasons for working overtime, and the reasons for not caring about me any more in the past few months.The great sorrow of the night of my husband's birthday came again, almost overwhelming me.And the young and sweet voice of that woman just now kept echoing in my ears, and that slim figure of that night kept flashing before my eyes along with the voice.I was sad to find that the woman was more suitable for her husband, one was handsome and the other was a fair lady.And me, I subconsciously walked to the mirror, and I saw a sad face that was no longer young, a wrinkle looming, a woman whose youth was gone... My husband came over humming a song, stood beside me and carelessly straightened the strands of wet hair on his forehead in front of the mirror, with a relaxed and leisurely attitude.His handsomeness and heroism once again contrasted my aging and old-fashioned, which made me regret that I learned to appreciate him too late, but strangely aroused a kind of resentment and hatred in my chest.At this moment, I made a bold decision - I will follow him tonight! After I made this decision, my kind heart began to become restless.For me, this dishonorable behavior made me feel like a shameless villain, and it made me feel ashamed and ashamed at this despicable decision for almost the whole day.The shadow of my husband dangling in front of me aroused pity, pain, and resentment in me one after another, making it impossible for me to face him calmly and even dare not look him in the face, full of shame. The night outside the window was getting darker, and my heart became more and more tense because of this decision, as if the war was about to start, I almost heard my heart beating.I repeatedly gave up on the idea and re-determined to implement the decision.As it was approaching five o'clock, conscience made me almost give up on this decision. The husband started to put on a tie and he still casually told me as usual to go talk to a client about business.His natural attitude and expression without any shame suddenly added a thick layer of hatred in my chest: it turned out that he lied at such a high level.So, at this moment, I repeated it again, and I decided to follow him again. My husband is like a swift cheetah, it disappears when I open the door.Just like rushing into the forest to find prey, it must be full of passion and anxiety.This thought made me angry again.I picked up my handbag, put on a long black coat, and followed him out. The sound of my husband’s footsteps in the corridor almost disappeared, so I walked lightly and quickly downstairs. The corners of my coat kept rising with the wind from running and the alternate movement of my legs, and the hair hanging down my neck was in my head. After that, it also jumps rhythmically, which makes the scalp feel comfortable with a gentle massage. I rushed out of the building door, and a burst of cold air hit me head-on. I couldn't help feeling my nasal cavity itchy, so I hurriedly covered my mouth with my hands to avoid sneezing.The figure of the husband was already approaching the intersection, and he was rushing forward quickly, raising his hand as if to hail a taxi.I almost went for a trot, and the moment my husband got into the car, I reached the intersection and saw the number of the car.Then, I also hit the car very smoothly.Although it was embarrassing, I still told the driver to follow the car. It was already winter, and the crowds of pedestrians on the street were all wearing thick clothes, and moved forward in a hurry with their necks shrunk in the cold wind, just like the autumn wind blowing, sweeping away the thick leaves all over the ground.When the lights came on, I was sitting in a taxi suddenly like a dream, because this kind of tracking experience and this kind of scene seemed familiar.Maybe it happened in a dream, maybe it happened in a previous life.The two running lights twist and bend and connect into two beautiful and dazzling rays of light in front of the eyes, stretching forward in the dark night, stretching to the end of the night, and disappearing melancholy in an unknown place.The car stopped and went, and when the red light was flashing, I could clearly see my husband's car two cars ahead, and I could vaguely see his back.At this time, a word "praying mantis catches cicada, the oriole is behind" flashed in my mind.I suddenly felt that the husband in front of me was like a clumsy praying mantis. When he was happily dreaming his dream, he never expected that there were a pair of hateful eyes staring at his back.This ridiculous word did not arouse the slightest pleasure in me, but instead made me feel an inexplicable sense of guilt. Once again, I stared at the back of my husband, my heart twitched violently, and my eyes became moist.I don't know if I am worried about my own fate, or I am sad about my husband's troubled love path. My husband's car suddenly turned to the right, and I was wondering when I saw the car in front slow down, then pull out of the fast lane and stop in front of a building marked Automobile Company.Our car also drove out and stopped not far away.I looked ahead suspiciously.Suddenly, from a small building next to that building, a cheerful girl ran out.Her long hair fluttered exaggeratedly with her steps behind her head, flying like a fluttering black butterfly, up and down in the changing neon lights, pulling my nerves and making me vulnerable.Yes, that is the change of the devil of youth. The husband's car had already opened the door, sucking the girl in like a big mouth.I looked back sadly, and saw the driver's eyes move away from my face quickly like two frightened rabbits in the reflector.I opened my mouth, swallowed hard and said, continue to follow. The car continued to move forward in the water-like traffic, the driver turned on the stereo, and Zhou Huajian sang "Make Me Happy and Worry" with a full voice: "A woman like you makes me happy and worries me, and makes me willing to sacrifice my life for you." All." I thought of my husband once bringing this song home and playing it to me.He also said emotionally that I am such a woman, and he is willing to give everything for me.Thinking of this, in the dark car, I couldn't help crying emotionally: Is it really worth it for my husband to pay all this for me, for a woman like me, for a woman who didn't love him at first, and then loved another man?If it wasn't worth it, why couldn't he love another woman?Thinking of this, I began to doubt whether what I did today was correct. The car left the city and sped forward along an avenue lined with tall trees.The street lights are getting rarer and rarer, and there is a dark night in the distance.There seemed to be countless eyes staring at me in the mysterious depths of the night, which made me more and more uncomfortable.I kept thinking about whether to continue my stalking.However, just as I was hesitating, a brilliant light appeared in front of me.A huge light sign was erected not far in front of it, with the neon characters—Hot Spring Resort on it. The car in front stopped, and the husband and the girl got out of the car with their arms in their arms, and walked in as if familiar.My car also drove in at this time.The driver stopped the car slowly, turned his head, and looked at me with a questioning expression.I suddenly felt physically and mentally exhausted, already wanting to cry without tears. What am I here for?What if it is proved?I was the one who betrayed you!My heart was so heavy that it fell little by little, like falling into a bottomless abyss, and all struggles were futile.I shook my head gently, as if I wanted to shake off a lot of helplessness and tears.Then I was going to tell the driver to go back. However, before I could say anything, I suddenly saw my husband and the girl running out of the hall in a panic. Before I could react, they stood in front of our car, one on the left and the other on the right. The girl rushed to the driver's window, yelling to see if the car number was there just now, and packed the car.But the poor husband opened my car door and shouted in a panic: Seeing what happened just now... The husband's mouth was not closed, and he froze there with his wide eyes open.And I was like a frightened dizzy chicken, with my hair standing on end and unable to move. The husband's face changed from white to red to green in an instant, from surprise to shame to embarrassment to anger, and all the changes in expression took only a few seconds.Then he opened his eyes wide like an angry leopard, and roared: You follow me! Everything was beyond my expectation. I looked at my furious husband helplessly, as if I was being caught peeking at someone else's diary, and I felt ashamed and ashamed. Still furious, my husband grabbed my collar with one hand and lifted me out.He still grabbed my collar and shook me wildly: You shameless woman, you follow me! I was in agony and burst into tears from my husband's verbal abuse.However, when my husband called me a shameless woman again, my humiliation suddenly exploded in a kind of anger.With all my strength, I reached out and hit my husband.My hand was grabbed by my husband, and he squeezed my hand with great strength. I was in so much pain that tears flowed down my face.And he twisted my hand, lowered his head, and forced his face to mine, and I felt like my nose was almost touching his nose.He exhaled heavily like gusts of cold wind blowing into my face. He gritted his teeth and said viciously, word by word: You can see, this girl is the girl I love.Don't you love me?This time you are free.Do you understand it? People began to gather around, my husband suddenly let go of my hand, pushed me, then turned around, pulled the girl up and got into the car I was sitting in just now.Regardless of the pain in my hand, I frantically yelled at the car as if I had just woken up, you are a bastard, a bastard.Someone next to me dragged me away, and the car drove into two rows of neon lights in the distance like a gust of wind.I was like a crazy woman, throwing off the person holding my hand and desperately running after the car, shouting, and finally fell down in the middle of the road.However, I didn't stop. Like a fanatical runner, I quickly got up to catch up, but at some point one of my shoes had lost the heel, and when I took another step, I fell down again.I looked up and saw that the red car had disappeared from the two rows of lights, without a trace.I crawled on the ground, feeling so helpless and small, like a poor bug.I desperately crawled there and started crying.