In the Seventies, My Commander’s Wife Regretted Everything After I Left

My commander wife still doesn't know I'm leaving.

She hasn't noticed that I've changed, either.

When she flirted with the technician, I didn't make a scene.

When everyone joked that they were made for each other, I didn't argue.

Even when the technician was about to move into my home and make himself at home, I just smiled faintly:

“Welcome. Make yourself at home.”

Then I glanced at the calendar on the wall.

In seven days, I'm due to join a national key laboratory.