Dreaming About Your Wife Means Restricting Your Feelings

I have been dreaming about my wife being pressed against the wall and being kissed. My wife's lips were red and wet, and her slender fingers were entangled in the long hair of the person on her body - but the person pressing my wife was not me. Because I am a cripple and cannot stand up. "Don't..." She panted rapidly, raising her neck to expose her fragile throat, "Ruan Ruan..." My name is Ruan Wanmian. Tang Yu likes to call me Ruan Ruan. ——But it's so strange, I always feel that it's not me she's calling. I woke up with a start, cold sweat soaking my back. The pillow was empty, and there was rustling movement outside the bedroom. I turned my wheelchair and quietly approached, pushing the door open. In the kitchen, my wife was straightening her collar with her back to me. The neckline of the wife's nightgown is skewed, revealing ambiguous red traces. "... Tangyu?" I called my wife. When the wife turned around, she visibly stiffened, and then showed a gentle smile: "Are you awake? I'll get up and drink some water." She came over and wanted to touch my face, but I ducked away. Feeling sick. Who is it? I stared at her, wanting to question, but I couldn't. Don't dare to ask. Why would my wife commit adultery with someone else? Isn't it obvious? Who makes me a cripple who can't stand up. The answer I want will only humiliate myself. … I still bought a pinhole camera. Sockets, dolls, bedside tables. I just want to know who is touching my wife. Why do you smile so sweetly when talking to your neighbor? It took you fifteen minutes longer to buy groceries. Who were you going to see? The call I received in the middle of the night... Who was it from? There are more and more marks on my wife's body. The hickey on the collar, the fingerprints on the waist, the bruises on the inner thighs... ——But I haven't touched her since I became disabled. In the surveillance, the screen in the bedroom always suddenly goes black late at night. When the scene resumed, his wife's pajamas were messy, her lips were red and swollen, and her eyes were unfocused, lying on her back on the bed, as if she had just been severely bullied. There was only my wife in the room. … My wife and I had a huge argument. She cried and asked me why. Why... Why... Don't you know? Why are you still asking me such embarrassing questions... Do you have to humiliate me to the end!   Tang perspective My wife had another nightmare. She always trembles at night and has nightmares. I want to comfort her, but she wakes up and stares at me with contracted pupils—— "... Tang Yu?" She called me in a hoarse voice. "I'm here." I held her cold fingers and kissed her cheek, "Did you have a nightmare?" Her eyes fell on my collar, and her expression suddenly turned gloomy. I looked down. Her pajamas were askew, and there was a faint red mark on her collarbone. It was left behind when she lost control last night. But she doesn't seem to remember. … My wife has been acting weird lately. Always staring at me with a scrutinizing gaze. Sometimes that look would even turn into something deeper, like hatred. She would suddenly grab my wrist and rub a certain bruise with her fingertips, her eyes cold and dazed. "How did this happen?" I said, "You caught him last night." Her expression became more gloomy, obviously not believing it. … I started to notice a lot more stuff in my house. There was a faint red light in the socket hole, a flash of reflection from the doll's eyes, and an inconspicuous little black dot on the bedside table. She's spying on me. I'm not comfortable with this. My wife always wakes up in the middle of the night, pressing me with blank eyes, pinching my waist roughly with her fingers, and biting my collarbone with her lips. But the next day, she couldn't remember anything. … We had a huge quarrel. With red eyes, she asked where the marks on my body came from and why I always answered the phone in the middle of the night. Or even worse, asking me if I was tired of her being a cripple. I cried and shook my head, but she sneered: "Of course you won't admit it." I don't understand why good-tempered wives become like this after a car accident, why they become like this. Less than a year later, I let it go and divorced my wife. It is in the third person, and the first person of the copywriting is a little more emotional. Intention: Don't be so perverted!