An Anonymous Email from Rock Bottom

An anonymous email overturned everything I thought I knew. The woman in the photo was my wife, Shen Rou. She was wearing black stockings I had never seen before, lying on a bed in an unfamiliar hotel. At the end of the email was a line: "Your wife was pretty good. Too bad she ended up with a useless loser like you." The overwhelming humiliation and fury left me trembling all over. I typed the final line of code, let out a breath, and leaned back against the cold chair. The screen's dim glow fell on my exhausted face and the project progress bar, which was nearly complete. Three years. At this major internet company, I, Li Ming, considered myself the hardest-working...