When My Grandma Was Critically Ill, She Stayed with Her Best Friend, but I Turned Around and Remarried Her.

[Five years of deep love are like feeding a dog! My wife, who dotes on God, turned around and ruined my career and destroyed my family for my best friend. On the day when she begged to get back together, I walked into the wedding banquet with the female designer on my arm and said, "Ms. Wen, your love is so dirty." Later, she tried her best to save me and cried for forgiveness. I passed by indifferently: "Belated affection is worthless than grass."]