The Two-Faced Wife

Chapter 1

**I Am the Sweet Wife Everyone Talks About**

My husband abuses me, and I suffer in silence; my husband cheats on me, and I cry but still forgive him. Even when my husband said his boss likes married women and asked me to sleep with him, I grudgingly agreed.

He thought I was weak and helpless, so he turned around and left, satisfied.

After he left, I wiped away my fake tears and touched the back of my head. Hidden beneath my thick hair was another face, almost fully formed.

He didn't know that the other me inside this body was about to awaken.

...

At midnight, Callum still hadn't come home. I sat anxiously in the living room for a long time before hesitantly calling him.

The phone rang for a while before it was finally answered. Callum's impatient voice came through the line, "What now?"

I replied meekly, "Honey, when are you coming back? I'm afraid to sleep alone."

There was a moment of silence, followed by a burst of laughter from the other end.

Someone teased, "Callum, I didn't know your sweet wife couldn't live without you!"

Before Callum could respond, a woman's flirtatious voice chimed in, "Callum, your wife is so strict. It's only midnight, and she's already calling you home."

Callum didn't say anything, but I heard a loud, smacking kiss through the phone, followed by the woman's playful complaints.

"Stop it, your wife can hear us. Why are you kissing me?"

They flirted for a while before Callum remembered me and said perfunctorily, "I told you I'm busy. Go to sleep by yourself. I'll come back when I'm done."

I opened my mouth to say something, but the call had already ended.

Feeling hopeless, I hugged my blanket and went back to the bedroom.

I thought Callum wouldn't come back tonight, but to my surprise, just two hours later, there was a loud banging on the door.

I eagerly got out of bed to open the door, and sure enough, it was Callum.

He walked in without changing his shoes, leaving dirty footprints on the floor I had just cleaned that day.

I was used to it by now and followed behind him, meticulously cleaning up.

Seeing me busy, he ignored me and sat on the sofa, cursing, "Didn't I tell you not to call me at night? Your call messed up my luck, and that's why I lost at cards!"

I didn't dare to argue and quietly went to the kitchen to make him some noodles.

But Callum grew more agitated as he spoke. Suddenly, he stood up and shouted, "Damn it, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have lost so much money tonight!"

I couldn't hold back and murmured a retort, "Honey, then why don't you just stop gambling?"

This sentence instantly ignited his fury.

He crossed the table in two steps, veins bulging in his neck, grabbed my collar, and snarled, "You wretched woman, you made me lose money, and you still dare to talk back? Do you think I won't hit you?"

Before he finished speaking, he raised his arm and punched me in the face.

I screamed as I was thrown to the ground, but he didn't stop. He continued to punch and kick me, cursing, "You unlucky thing, say that again if you dare!"

I covered my head and could only beg for mercy.

After half an hour, he finally exhausted his anger and went to the bedroom to sleep.

I struggled to get up from the floor, my body bruised and blood oozing from my nose and mouth.

Since marrying Callum, I had lost count of how many times I had been beaten.

At first, he would pretend to comfort me, apologize, and plead with me not to divorce him.

But gradually, he realized he didn't need to make any effort. I would forgive him and continue to tolerate his abuse.

So later, he didn't even bother to pretend anymore.

Chapter 2

1. He thought I couldn't live without him.

For instance, right now, after hitting me, he didn't even bother to glance at me. And I, without a single complaint, obediently got into bed and hugged him from behind as he fell asleep.

In the dark bedroom, I touched the back of my head and revealed a satisfied smile-

I could feel my senses sharpening; it wouldn't be long now.

I wasn't lying to Callum; I really didn't dare to sleep alone.

After all, if my other self woke up and my dear husband wasn't there to calm her down, "she" would be very angry.

When I woke up in the morning, Callum had already left.

I was used to it. I didn't even need to ask to know that he was definitely with his female colleague.

Callum, despite his domestic violence and gambling habits, was very good at putting on a show in front of others.

And to be fair, he did look quite respectable and was very good at sweet-talking.

If you didn't know him well, it was easy to be deceived by his fake gentleness and care.

Like me, before we got married, I thought he was a good man.

But less than a month after the wedding, his true nature was revealed, and he started hitting me.

Now, he had racked up hundreds of thousands in gambling debts, leaving me to clean up his messes every day.

He, on the other hand, didn't care about anything, spending all his time outside with other women.

Recently, he had been getting very close to a female colleague from his company.

Several times, when I called him, it was that woman who answered.

She even posted a photo of her and Callum in bed on social media, setting it so only I could see it.

Such blatant provocation was probably meant to force me to confront her, so she could persuade me to divorce him and take my place.

But unfortunately for her, I was too much of a sweet wife to ever confront her.

She must have lost her patience because today, she came to find me herself.

When the doorbell rang, I didn't look through the peephole and just opened the door.

Outside stood a beautifully dressed woman. She looked me up and down and smiled.

"You must be Callum's wife? I'm Haley, Callum's colleague."

Although I had seen her photos and was very familiar with her face, this was our first face-to-face meeting.

With the mistress being so brazen, I was at a loss for words, stammering and not knowing what to say.

Before I could speak, she pushed past me and walked in on her own.

"Callum forgot a document for work today. He asked me to come back and get it. You don't mind, do you?"

I shook my head and answered honestly, "I don't mind. Work matters are naturally more important."

Haley rummaged through the living room and finally found the document. She held it in her hand but didn't seem in a hurry to leave.

Hearing this, she turned her gaze back to me and laughed.

"You really are a considerate wife. It seems Callum did marry a good one."

"But, dear, aren't you curious about who Callum is with when he doesn't come home?"

I nodded and said, "I know. He said he's working overtime with colleagues and asked me not to disturb him."

Haley was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Stephanie, are you really that naive, or are you just pretending?"

I frowned at her. "What do you mean by that?"

Haley sneered, "Do you think that by pretending to be oblivious to what's happening between Callum and me, you can prevent him from finding a reason to divorce you?"

"Stephanie, be sensible. If you step aside voluntarily, you can at least save some face, can't you?"

Even as a sweet wife, I was getting a bit angry at this point.

I looked up and met her gaze, my voice firm:

"Since I married him, I will take good care of him. No matter how he treats me, I can forgive him. You won't destroy my family!"

Haley stared at me, suddenly gritting her teeth. "Why are you so naive!"

Her tone was filled with frustration, as if she were disappointed in me.

Chapter 3

I was stunned for a moment, unable to react.

Haley stepped closer, grabbed my shoulders, and shook me violently, her voice filled with anger.

"Don't be an idiot! Your husband is letting his mistress come to your home and provoke you. Why are you still so stubborn, refusing to escape this hell?"

"Wake up, Stephanie! Callum is a complet