Introduction: After three years of marriage, love fell out of favor. When the mistress came to visit, she just laughed it off - she was ready to give up on this moldy and rotten marriage, this love that was gradually dying. She is not a person who can be manipulated by others. Every penny owed to her must be compensated.
But that man, her husband, seemed to not want her to leave at all. His begging, his apology, his sweet words - what a familiar poison that penetrates the intestines! She drank poison once and would never be a fool the second time.
I wonder what it would be like if this man suffered the same betrayal?