My Husband's Brothers Toasted Themselves Three Times, So I Chose Divorce

On our tenth wedding anniversary, my husband's encrypted phone rang. "Honey, I'm sorry. There's a critical emergency mission." He was frantic, so I could only be understanding and let him go. But the very next second, my phone recommended a video with a million likes. Xu Qiao's buddy Zhou Xu, drunk, raised his glass to the camera: "First toast to myself. My bro bailed, so I'll take his place and sleep with the bride!" "Second toast to myself. My bro's busy going at it with his mistress, so I told his wife he's at the training ground!" "Third toast to myself. My bro's illegitimate kid was handed to me to raise. I'm a dad with none of the labor!" Netizens burst out laughing and praised him as a genius at building a social media account. But I couldn't laugh, because Zhou Xu really was raising an eight-year-old boy by himself. I called Zhou Xu right away. "Where are you?" Though his voice sounded drowsy, he said, "Sister-in-law, I'm having barbecue with Brother Xu!" I hung up, put on my newest Hermes, took a selfie in front of my wall of Moutai, and posted it. [Changing husbands. At 36, trading one 36-year-old for two 18-year-olds. Young guys who don't want to work hard, DM me.]