My wife's first love lost his job, so she brought him home.
She called it "temporary lodging."
But there were only two rooms in the house, and not enough to go around.
My wife suggested that our daughter share a room with her first love. I objected with all my might.
After all, men and women should keep their distance, especially since our daughter was already in middle school.
My wife called me a pervert who saw filth in everything, and our daughter cried and threw a fit, even refusing to call me Dad.
But I still couldn't relax, so I slept on the sofa for three months.
Watching my wife sleep peacefully beside me, I couldn't understand why she'd suddenly become so careless.
She used to refuse to even bathe our daughter when she was a baby.
Then I heard our daughter talking in her sleep.
"Gu Ze, you jerk! I finally got the chance to sleep with my real dad, and you ruined it!"
In that moment, I understood everything.
