My Wife Gave My Imperial-Grade Cigars to Her Male Assistant, So I Canceled Her Credit Card

My wife forced me to quit smoking while we were trying for a baby. With no other choice, I could only buy a box of emperor-grade cigars worth tens of millions and leave it in the bedroom just to admire. But in the blink of an eye, I spotted a photo in her social media feed of her male assistant smoking one of those cigars. With his arm around her waist, my wife smiled coyly, eyes closed as she leaned in to breathe in the cigar's aroma. The male assistant captioned the post: “They say this cigar costs as much as an ordinary person's salary for ten years, but it's still no match for the beauty in my arms.” My wife even commented: “Young men really do look sexier when they smoke.” Reading my wife's reply, I coldly responded to her comment. “That's right, these cigars are priceless and impossible to find. So if I don't see that box on my bedside table within an hour, we're getting divorced.”