My husband's little childhood sweetheart is seriously ill.
She said her only wish was to die in her husband's arms.
So she moved into my husband and I's wedding room grandly.
I went to my husband to reason, but he blamed me in turn.
"She's already half dead, why do you still care about her? Can't you be more generous?"
I sneered. Half a month later, I was photographed by the paparazzi frequently entering and exiting the villa of the heir to the Ji Group.
My husband asked me why with red eyes, and I followed his example and said.
"Why are you arguing with him? Can't you be more generous?"