Every time my wife had an in-depth communication with my assistant, I would write a number in her diary and claim that I would no longer want her when it reached 100.
But the wife didn't care and continued to have fun until she became pregnant with the assistant's child for the hundredth time.
Disheartened, I decided to leave, but when I was writing my farewell, I unexpectedly started a conversation that spanned time and space with my 17-year-old wife on the other side of the diary.
