After thirty years of marriage, Dink's husband has always pursued a "Platonic marriage" and has no children and no physical contact with me. He said that desire is a blasphemy against our love, and he only hopes to devote his life to medicine with me. But on the anniversary day, I witnessed him and my father's murderer having sex in the living room. Thirty years of principles instantly turned into a joke. Only then did I realize that I was just a tool for his superiority, and that he wanted to embarrass me in public in order to please his first love. Frustrated, I resolutely turned around and went to a German hospital, but when he couldn't find me anywhere, he panicked.
