While we were rock climbing, the tree trunk my safety rope was anchored to suddenly split.
To save her male secretary, my wife cut my safety rope without a moment's hesitation.
I begged in terror, but she only cut faster and shouted furiously:
[You knew he was weak, yet you maliciously tried to get him killed.]
[Hold on to the rocks nearby. I'll come back to save you once I've settled him somewhere safe.]
By the time I lost my strength and fell off the cliff, she was nowhere to be seen.
When I woke up again, the doctor said I was lucky to have landed on a tree branch.
But several of my organs were damaged, and I'd been in the ICU for a week. The person who rescued me didn't want to reveal their name.
Thinking that my wife must be frantic after I'd been out of touch for so long, I hurriedly opened my phone to let her know I was safe.
But my phone was completely empty. There wasn't a single message, except for a post from her male secretary.
[It was only a minor scrape, but she stayed by my bedside day and night, worried that I'd wake from a nightmare with no one there to comfort me.]
Later, I asked for a divorce and withdrew all the client connections I'd secretly arranged for her.
