To be happy, I don't try to uncover my husband's hidden flaws.

I might unexpectedly kiss him when he's fast asleep, hold his hand tightly when I feel lost, and accept his second nature even without knowing what it's like.

Not long ago, I read an article by a woman about how to keep her Western husband. I felt she was an intelligent woman who had invested time and effort into her research, but perhaps she was still young and just starting out in her life of luxury. It's strange how we women sometimes feel a little resentful and envious when we see someone in the same situation as us who is happier and luckier – that's just one of our gender characteristics. As women, let's share, contribute, and love each other, because fundamentally, in this society, we face disadvantages that only women understand. I wrote this article with that purpose in mind, to share my own experiences and hopefully help you overcome marital difficulties and gain a clearer perspective on marrying a rich man.

My dear friends, I can't boast without having experienced it myself. I was once married to a wealthy man. He was my first husband, stylish, financially successful, capable, and undoubtedly the main source of income for the family. At the time, I worked as an office employee with a decent income. Outsiders considered him a model husband, and I was deeply in love with him for many years as husband and wife. We were harmonious in everything, always hugging and kissing whenever possible; even as husband and wife, we were like a couple in love.

I felt incredibly lucky and happy to be loved and to be his wife. At that time, I was 20 years old, completely trusting in his fidelity, especially since my youthful belief was that love should be without regret, and trust was essential for a lasting relationship. Throughout those years, I never touched my husband's phone or anything personal, but happiness that lasts too long can lead to storms. That day, he went on a business trip but left his personal computer at home. He urgently needed a contract and asked me to open the computer and send the file to him via email. When I transferred the file, an account was already logged in. I was too lazy to log out, so I used that existing account – a secret account that concealed what lay behind my husband's elegant facade.

To make sure I had sent the file to my husband, I checked his account and accidentally found images still stored in his email (the function automatically transferred images from the phone to email even though the images on the phone had been deleted). I was devastated when I saw the explicit videos of my husband with various women; they had sex and recorded it. Although I never let my husband lack anything, we always experienced intimacy together, and generally, we were a happy and decent couple in bed. Later, I realized that I only loved one side of him. He had other needs, hidden aspects, lust, and novelty that made him feel better. No matter how much he tried to justify it by saying he always loved me, it was something I couldn't forgive. We broke up after those passionate and intense days, which was difficult and made me lose faith in love and marriage.

After that incident, I plunged into business, opening a cosmetics store. My ex-husband frequently visited the store, claiming he wanted to buy things for his mother, essentially just to see me again. Whenever no one was home, he would bring up the topic of getting back together, saying he missed me and couldn't bear it. At one point, he even nearly assaulted me in broad daylight, but I slapped him hard enough to make him realize we were truly over. My new business allowed me to connect with many women from different backgrounds, and I unexpectedly met a mentor. She restored my faith and made me realize how unrealistic my life had been; women need confidence but shouldn't be delusional.

She was right about the nature of our lives, that everything is temporary, only character is permanent. If women sometimes have emotional affairs, feel a flutter in their hearts for another man when he shows them attention, or dream about him, that is the second part of our being. Men are the same; they also have a second part, but they are different from us because they can realize it. Taking risks and conquering are characteristics of the male gender, just as jealousy is a characteristic of the female gender. We cannot force them to be like that, nor can we force ourselves to stop being jealous. That's just how it is.

In truth, everything involves a trade-off. Marrying a rich man means dependence. I'm not talking about financial dependence, but emotional dependence, and many other things. This situation forces us women into a passive position, the one who has to keep the man. Finally, what do I want to convey to you? Seven years after the above story, I am now with my second husband and our adorable child. He's not a wealthy man; we were both wealthy when we got married. I don't try too hard to show off to keep him; I just do the most natural things that come from loving him. Maybe I'll unexpectedly kiss him when he's asleep, watch him when he's focused on work, hold his hand tightly when I feel lost, and accept his second child even though I don't know what it's like, but I won't try to find out.

I'm falling in love with the first kind of person my husband is, the things I've felt for so many years, and I find that much more fulfilling. "Happiness is a process, not a destination," I didn't understand it before, but after experiencing so much joy, sorrow, love, and hate, I've come to realize it. We don't need to try to mold ourselves or demand anything from others to achieve happiness; instead, each day should be a happy day. Don't nitpick about what's inherent in life; accept it as an indispensable part of it. Don't blame others or yourself; use that time to care for and cherish each other. Sixty years of life is short.

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