“I'm your husband! What's wrong with me touching you?!”
Fu Sichen pinned her to the bed. His eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses were bloodshot, nothing like his usual gentle, refined self.
In their five years of marriage, this man had always been a restrained and courteous gentleman. Now, he seemed like a completely different person.
Shen Qingwan slapped him. “Fu Sichen, get a grip!”
What she didn't know was that this man hadn't suddenly gone mad.
He had checked the surveillance footage and seen another man bring her home late at night.
He had seen the intern put an arm around her waist, and watched her fail to push him away at once.
He was losing his mind because he was afraid of losing her.
And what left Shen Qingwan even more overwhelmed was this:
Her husband's close friend, Lu Yanzhou, texted her late at night: “He's not home tonight. Want to come over?”
The new intern, Song Xingye, leaned close to her ear and said, “Sis, he's not good enough for you.”
Her first love, Gu Shenhan, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his expression dark. “You were the one who came after me first.”
Four men. Four-way pursuit.
Her marriage, reputation, and boundaries were all teetering in this game.
And her husband was inching toward the edge of a breakdown.
