Whenever my wife gets intimate with her assistant, I write a number in her diary and tell her that once it reaches 100, I'll leave her.
But my wife doesn't take me seriously and keeps sleeping with him, until she gets pregnant with her assistant's child for the hundredth time.
Heartbroken, I decide to leave. But as I pick up my pen to write a farewell note, I unexpectedly begin a conversation across time with the 17-year-old version of my wife on the other side of the diary.
