You Thought I Was Useless. So Why Are You Crying Now That I'm Gone?

On our wedding anniversary, I was in a car accident on my way home. I wasn’t seriously hurt, but the doctor insisted I stay in the hospital for observation. My wife arrived wearing black stockings and a low-cut dress. I asked meaningfully if she had dressed up to surprise me, but she glared at me and said she had to work overtime that night and had no time to fool around with me. I pretended to be upset, and for some reason, she suddenly lost her temper.

“Is there something wrong with your head? I told you I have to work overtime. Who are you putting on that ridiculous act for?”

I sneered. “You’re getting this worked up because you feel guilty, aren’t you?”

She furiously accused me of having a dirty mind and seeing filth everywhere. But that night, outside her office, I watched with my own eyes as she sat on her male assistant’s lap, kissing him so passionately she forgot everything else.