You Think I'm Incompetent. Why Are You Crying If I Leave?

On my wedding anniversary, I got into a car accident on the way home. Although it was nothing serious, the doctor still asked me to stay in the hospital for observation. My wife rushed to the hospital wearing black stockings and a low-cut dress. I asked her meaningfully if she had specially prepared a surprise for me, but she glared at me and said that she had to work overtime at night and had no time to accompany me crazy. I pretended to be angry, but she got off guard for no reason. "Is there something wrong with your brain? I told you that I would work overtime, but why are you showing off to me like that?" I asked her with a sneer, "Are you so excited because you feel guilty?" She angrily accused me, her heart dirty. But that night, I was outside her office and witnessed her sitting on the lap of her male assistant, kissing her so hard that she forgot all about it.