On my first wedding anniversary, I was alone with the flowers and my wife's favorite dishes.
My wife, Ada Jones, didn't come back all night, and her ex-boyfriend, Leo Smith, who was an artist, updated his Facebook.
"Baby, thank you for helping me to finish this great work."
The picture showed Ada's naked body, and she posed like a model.
At that moment, I was heartbroken and gave a like.
Then, I asked a lawyer to draft a divorce agreement overnight.
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"Oh, I'm so tired. Honey, please rub my shoulders."
The next morning, Ada came back with a tired body, and she sat next to me.
It was definitely tiring to pose as a model all night.
I drank milk and ignored her.
Ada noticed my strangeness and changed the subject, "Ah, Honey, Leo asked me for help last night, so I came back late. I forgot to inform you. You won't blame me, right?"
"What day was yesterday? Why did you make so many dishes?"
I observed that Ada wasn't hungry.
Perhaps because of guilt, she reluctantly took a few bites and pretended to devour the food ravenously.
"Honey, your cooking is still so good."
I put down the cup and looked at Ada calmly. "Ada, let's get a divorce."
