By the Time We Meet Again, It's Too Late

On the night of our fifth wedding anniversary, my wife brought home her hundredth young boyfriend.

When he saw me, the young man looked provocative. "Sis, is this your husband? He doesn't look like much."

"Oh, why bring up someone so boring? Come on."

My wife impatiently pulled him into the bedroom.

Sitting on the sofa and listening to the sounds of passion inside, I opened the calendar on my phone and glanced at it.

Three days left. Then this absurd marriage of convenience would be over.

Jiang Ruoyan, I've repaid everything I owed you.