I'm a believer in happiness.
He Mobai proposed to me ninety-nine times so that I would marry him.
Finally, on the hundredth try, I decided he was the one who could make me happy.
Three years into our marriage, we were still as much in love as ever.
Then he hired a young female secretary, and everything began to change.
In just two months, he made me angry countless times because of her.
He even left me on my own for her again and again.
That's when I made up my mind:
I would forgive him unconditionally ninety-nine times.
Once he had used up all ninety-nine chances, I would leave him.
