Discovering Her Husband Was Cheating and Even Bought a House for His Mistress, the Wife Crafted an Entire “Movie” to Deliver a Brilliant and Intelligent Ending!/th

It wasn’t curiosity anymore—he truly admired his wife. Why was it only now that he noticed and realized her depth, intelligence, and strength?

01

“Take a shower and eat something, okay? Even if it’s just a little, try to eat. I’ve made you some chrysanthemum tea already—drink it after dinner to warm yourself up.”

“Okay… but next time I go out entertaining clients, don’t bother setting aside dinner for me. It’s a hassle for you to clean up. Just go to bed early, I usually come home late anyway.”

She sighed as she looked at the slightly suffocating and guilty expression in his eyes. It might seem like they were being thoughtful toward each other, but in reality, both were just playing their parts in a performance—one that neither knew when would end. They were so “passionate” in their act that even without an audience, they kept going.

She and her husband had spent four years together through the hardest times, even sharing pieces of bread. And yet, after twelve years of marriage, they had become the picture-perfect family that many envied. They weren’t exactly separated, but they only shared a bed one or two nights a week, and intimacy was rare—something you could count on one hand. He never asked for it, and she never needed it. And so, they carried this silent sadness even into the bedroom. A relationship with a name and legal recognition, but deep in their hearts, it was barely alive—just surviving like a plant with no light.

He had a mistress—a young woman, though honestly, not as pretty as his wife. Since he was usually very attentive to his wife and family and treated her well, no one ever suspected he was cheating.

He bought the mistress a small apartment and visited her a few times a week. But there was one unspoken rule: no matter how much fun he had, he always came home to his wife at night. The young mistress had so many things that made him infatuated, so much so that he forgot he was diving into darkness.

One night during intimacy, his mistress suddenly asked him:
“Am I prettier than your wife?”
He gave a forced smile, clearly uncomfortable.

He remembered back when he and his wife were still dating, he once asked her:
“Why do you never ask me if I think you’re beautiful?”

And her answer remained vivid in his mind:
“If I ask that poetically, I know you’ll flatter me—because in love, people always see each other as the most beautiful. But if I ask sincerely, well… I know myself. A woman must know her own worth.”

His wife was always like that—possessing a certain depth that he had never once regretted marrying.

That fiery affair of his suddenly took a different turn the day he accidentally discovered his wife’s secret.

02

That day, his computer broke down. His wife was out, so he borrowed her laptop temporarily. Normally, they respected each other’s privacy and never touched each other’s personal belongings.

After sending an email, he noticed she had a file titled Diary saved on her desktop. On a whim, he guessed the password three times—and on the last try, it worked: it was their wedding date.

He had never felt such curiosity and anticipation. He opened the file, each page clearly marked by dates. Every emotion, every mood she experienced was laid bare in that diary.

“Suddenly I miss your arms terribly. I reached out, but you turned your back to the wall.
How can we lie next to each other yet feel so far apart…?

Today you got angry with me. I didn’t feel like explaining or defending myself.
I guess once love turns cold, people stop caring about anything except peace.

You’re no longer the man I once loved…

The most painful thing is hearing lies from someone you trust, even when you already know the truth.

Don’t worry, I won’t make a scene or fight the other woman.
I’ll just watch and see how deep your love for her really is…”

He was stunned—deeply shaken to realize that she had known everything, yet still cared for him gently.

But why? Unfortunately, he had only read a few pages before the diary ended right at the part he most wanted to understand.

From that day on, he began to pay closer attention to her every move. He desperately wanted to know what she was truly thinking. Why wasn’t she jealous? Did she no longer love him?

He began to pull away from his mistress. His daily joy became reading his wife’s diary. In front of her, he would act as usual—but behind her back, he’d sneak peeks to find out her true feelings.

And she was still as thoughtful and perceptive as ever—understanding his worries and stress at work and in life better than anyone else.

“Tonight, you sighed three times.

While watching the movie, you weren’t paying attention—you kept tapping your fingers on the remote.

But I know your work is going well.

You must be weighing me and her against each other.

I can clearly see the hesitation in your eyes.”

It wasn’t just curiosity anymore. He truly admired his wife. Why had it taken him this long to notice and appreciate her depth, intelligence, and strength?

03

On the 21st day of reading her diary, she wrote:

“I asked myself: why are we dragging this out—

You betrayed me, and yet there’s someone else willing to open his arms to me.

We are ordinary people, not saints—why keep making meaningless sacrifices?

If our marriage no longer brings harmony, if both of us are yearning for freedom in our own worlds,

Then why not set each other free?

Only when we are truly at peace can we find complete happiness.”

Just looking at the punctuation marks filled him with extreme fear—an indescribable feeling began to rise within him.
Who was that man?
Could it be… his wife had developed feelings for someone else?
Was he really about to lose her?

He went into a frenzy trying to uncover the identity of this supposed “third person,” and broke things off completely with his mistress—making sure to emphasize:
“My wife is the most important person in my life.”

One week later…

At a beautiful, peaceful resort surrounded by lush greenery, she sipped on a fresh fruit juice—refreshing, unlike the cold place she had just left.

There was no secret diary, no admirer, no other man at all.
Everything had been a carefully staged “production” she orchestrated—meant to awaken his conscience and test his love.

While he was frantically searching for her and obsessing over the illusion of an imaginary man, she was relaxing and reclaiming her self-worth.

In truth, she wasn’t holding onto her husband out of desperation or calculation.
She was giving all three of them—a wife, a husband, and their child—a chance.

Because after all, he was still a good father, a perfect son-in-law in the eyes of her parents.
So why would she foolishly hand him over to someone else?

Perhaps every marriage, once it reaches a certain “age,” begins to feel bland and monotonous.
The passions and fire of young love slowly fade.

And it’s not unusual to look at your spouse and still feel that they matter deeply to you—
but whether or not you still love them is a question you might not be able to answer with certainty.

Marriage reflects the hidden selfishness and personal interests of each individual,
while also forcing us to weigh the conflict between our own desires and our moral conscience.

There is no universal mold for how women should preserve their families.
But more than anyone else, we ourselves know what we need to do.

As long as there’s still hope, don’t be afraid to keep trying.
Because right or wrong—only the future will tell.
For now, it’s enough to feel content in the present.