The day my wife’s former lover returned, the passionate feelings she had struggled to hide could no longer be contained. Even my daughter took his side.
From then on, I began planning to divorce her.
On the day we signed the divorce papers, I suddenly saw a lot of strange captions and realized that, in many ways, they were the real family of three. I was just an outsider.
To my wife, I had only ever been a consolation during the time her true love was absent.
I refuse to follow the established plot any longer, suffering both physically and emotionally, taking the blame for my wife’s lover, only for them to regret it afterward.
This time, I’m choosing myself. I won’t give them any chance to regret it.
Save me,, save me,,,,,,,!
It feels uncomfortable to watch in the first person, so I stopped watching it.
Um! Eighty-eight percent rare