After the divorce, I started a decadent life

When I came home, there was a piece of paper on the door. I thought it was the small advertisements that are usually distributed at the door. However, when I opened it, there was a photo on it. The wife took their daughter and a strange man, smiling and taking photos in front of the camera, like a family of three. I glanced at the densely packed paragraph below, and words like "whore, fuck, bastard" flooded into my eyes.

After searching high and low, I found that there was an A4 paper inserted in almost every door in our building.

When I got home, I took a closer look and found that my daughter was 40-50% similar to this man.

When my wife came back, she confessed everything before I had the seizure. That man is her boss. They hooked up long before they married me. This incident continues to this day. As for her daughter, she admitted that she was not mine.

A chill ran down my back. I don't know whether I should laugh at my own stupidity for a woman who we have lived with for seven or eight years, whom I trust absolutely and love deeply, has such deep scheming and terrible behavior.

Without further explanation or plea, my wife has filed for divorce.

I got divorced. My wife took our daughter to find her biological father. The happy family broke up overnight. Of course, everyone in the community knew about it, and most of them were my colleagues, so I became the object of sympathy.

The suppressed resentment, the inexplicable anguish, and the feeling of being pointed at my back everywhere were like a sharp scalpel stabbing my heart one by one.

After such a big event, I stood on the operating table and my hands still did not tremble. When I got off the operating table that day and looked at myself in the mirror, I decided that from now on, I would only be a good doctor.

I decided to let go of all my feelings. Just like the song "Give me a glass of water to make me forget", it's all sincere, fuck!

After the divorce, I became cynical and decadent. Go online and go to those adult chat rooms when you're not at work, and you'll find your prey in no time. After getting those women, within a few days I would drag them into the blacklist and never see them again.

At work, there are also female colleagues who like me. Even though we are colleagues, I still refuse to come. Gradually, my reputation as a playboy spread, but to my surprise, in the eyes of those women, the worse, more dangerous, and more attractive the man was. They are afraid of me, but they cannot resist my temptation.

My parents were extremely worried about my extravagance, and my mother even cried and begged me to accept my heart, find a good girl, get married, and start a normal life. I agreed verbally, but in my heart I didn't take my parents' words seriously. I don't trust any woman at all.

After several years of wandering outside, I feel that I have changed too much. I seemed to have lost my sense of shame. To me, any woman looked like prey, and my interest in prey gradually declined.

Some people call me a "love killer". On the surface, I don't comment, but on the inside I am very scared.

Julie (pseudonym) was admitted to our hospital because of acute appendicitis. I was the doctor on duty that night, so I gave her a knife. This was originally a minor operation worth mentioning, but when I went for ward rounds on the third day, the girl blushed when I checked the incision, and her green expression made me find it interesting.

She is still a student. Generally speaking, young girls around 20 years old are not my target. But I soon discovered that if I talked to her, she would always blush and dare not look into my eyes, but her hands and fingertips would tremble slightly.

When the sutures were removed, I specifically asked the female intern to remove them. Unexpectedly, the intern rushed back to tell me that she was not normal. I quickly checked and found out she was allergic to a certain drug. After simple treatment, she recovered quickly.

It's time for her to be discharged from the hospital. I changed the class specially because I didn't want to get myself in trouble. However, this little girl got my cell phone number from the nurse. She called me and said she wanted to treat me to dinner and wanted to thank me.

Any fool knows what she is thinking, so I simply agreed. I gave her the chance to escape, she had to hit the gun herself. Who can you blame?

The dinner that night was very restrained. She didn't say much, holding the knife and fork with trembling hands, making the plate rattle. I asked the waiter to bring me a bottle of wine, but she refused to drink it. After my repeated persuasion, she reluctantly had a drink. As soon as the cup fell, she fell.

I took her back to my home. When she was in a daze, I helped her finish it for the first time. To be honest, I felt very shameless at the time.

When she woke up in the morning, her eyes were round. When she understood what was going on, she cried "Wow", then slapped me in the face and called me a "rogue".

This slap made me angry. I said: "Miss, you didn't even know what it felt like to be drunk last night. In front of so many people, you hugged me and said you loved me. Don't you remember?"

She He blushed for a while, put on his clothes and ran away.

After get off work that day, I drove to July’s school to find her. As soon as she saw me, her face became swollen like blood and like a peach blossom. Really beautiful. In the end, she didn’t refuse to get in my car or take her out to eat. It’s just that she doesn’t drink alcohol while eating.

I gave her a large box of wine-filled chocolates, saying it was my wish, and kept letting her eat.

That’s it, she woke up again the next day, and I followed her again. She said: "You were drunk and wouldn't let go of me. I had no choice but to bring you to me." Full of tears. Suddenly I thought of my daughter. For the first time in a long time, my chest felt sore and sad.

I have a submissive little lover.

I was so angry that she couldn't breathe. I give her a smile and her eyes shine like stars. I know, I am everything in July. As long as I call, no matter what she is doing, she will come to see me.

She cleans my house, studies my tastes, my favorite music and my hobbies. She is always nervous when facing me, and her eyes are always full of love and admiration when she looks at me.

Once I got off the operating table, I was exhausted when I got home and didn’t want to move. July massaged me gently. At that moment, the past came to my mind, but I held it back and said to her: "Don't touch me, I'm covered in sweat and dirty."

She answered before I finished speaking : "I don't care!" Kissed my hand playfully.

I don’t know if I like July, but I need the feeling of being loved. Seeing her blushing face and shy expression because of me made me feel very comfortable.

I gave her the keys to my house so she could come to me anytime. I even took her home to meet my parents. My parents like her very much and say she is pure and not impetuous. It can be seen that she really likes me.

I also wonder if we have a future. Julie is an only child, and her family is out of town. If she graduates, can she stay with me regardless of her parents? Besides, we are ten years apart. I am old and she is still young. Who can guarantee that she will love me like this throughout her life?

What to do if you are betrayed again? I'm not taking any chances with this little girl.

But I have also been here since I was a child, and I can understand that love at this time is indivisible, so I don’t want to reject such love. The love of July gave my tired heart a moment of happiness and peace.

However, this peace did not last long. After half a year, I was tired of our relationship and felt like July was a burden. My restless heart started to stir again. Several times, while she was away, I brought home different women.

I was very cold towards July and had so many ambiguous phone calls and text messages, but she didn’t ask questions and instead treated me better. When I graduated, there were very few courses. She cooks for me every day and cleans my house. As soon as I returned, she gave me bath water, massaged me, and told me "don't be too tired."

I was very annoyed and said to her: "I will never get married in my life. You know what kind of person I am, leave me now!"

Every time she looks at me There were tears in my eyes, and I didn't know why. After seeing July's tears, I became even more excited. I felt like I had stepped into a swamp, sinking deeper and deeper. I thought, no matter what, I had to let her go.

I brought a woman home that day. Qi Qi left, probably for shopping, and the smell of lotus root soup still lingered in the room. While kissing the woman, I heard the door knock, and then there was no movement.

Qi Qiu did not come back that night, nor did he come back after that. The clothes and belongings at home suddenly disappeared one day. Then, I received a courier at work, which contained the keys to my home.

In July, this girl disappeared into the sunshine like a soap bubble. Sometimes, I would be in a trance, wondering if the girl who loved me so much that I didn’t even exist was really there.

Unexpectedly, after leaving in July, I lost interest in those love games.

If you don’t want to go online, you will be completely silent in your life and can only concentrate on your work.

More than half a year has passed. One day a girl came to me. In front of so many people in the department, she slapped me. She said: "Shameless man, he got others pregnant, he doesn't dare to take responsibility, you are a gangster!" This was the second time I was slapped. This girl is July's friend.

The girl told me that after she left me and returned to school in July, she suddenly suffered from heavy bleeding one night and was sent to the hospital where she was diagnosed with ectopic pregnancy. She lost so much blood that one of her ovaries was removed and her life was spared. I said: "I'm going to see her." The girl said contemptuously: "She has returned to her hometown. You can't see her again. I just can't be angry when I come to see you. Remember, people are doing what they are doing, be careful of retribution. , Rogue!”

I smiled bitterly and said nothing. Perhaps only then did I realize that the girl named Julie had really disappeared from my life.

On duty at night, around two o'clock, I went to the hotel in front of the hospital for a late-night snack. There is a group of students at the next table. When I saw it, there was a girl who looked like July. I stared there several times, and the more I looked at it, the more it looked like. Of course, I know that girl is not July.

My colleague ordered vegetables and lotus root soup. When the familiar smell wafted over, I felt sour and shed tears.

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