After losing my memory, I discovered that my wife did not love me.
She regarded her ex-boyfriend as a treasure. When I was sick, she was delivering food to her ex-boyfriend;
When I was being insulted, she took the initiative to speak up for her ex-boyfriend;
Even when I was being rescued in the hospital, she was still on her way to pick up her ex-boyfriend!
I was frightened when I heard this, and wondered if I had masochistic tendencies.
With only the memory of being eighteen years old, I signed the divorce agreement with a stroke of my pen.
If you don't love me, then get divorced!
But my wife didn't agree. She knelt in front of me, humble and longing.
"Husband, I was wrong, please forgive me!"
