At the auction I hosted, my wife spent 50 million to buy a limited edition luxury car.
She handed the car keys to her male companion on the spot, which caused a burst of cheers from the audience.
Everyone lamented that love is blatant preference.
Everyone's attention is focused on this talented and beautiful "loving couple".
No one noticed that the heroine's real husband was on the auction block, gritting his teeth and swallowing all his emotions.
I think this marriage is over.
