On the eve of the wedding, my wife drugged me and made me unconscious.
Let her first love take over my identity as the groom and hold a wedding with her that belongs to me and her.
By the time I found them, they had already entered the bridal chamber and completed the Great Consummation of their lives.
Faced with my questioning, my wife did not feel the least bit guilty.
"You're a freeloader. You'd better be obedient. If you dare to cause trouble? Then get divorced."
I was disheartened and handed her the divorce papers.
But she didn't care: "I've made progress, I know how to do all the tricks."
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