On New Year's Eve, I prepared New Year's Eve dinner at home. The hospital suddenly notified me that there was an emergency, and I immediately drove 20 kilometers to the hospital. As soon as I entered the emergency room, I was stunned. My wife's crying voice came from the emergency room. I was full of suspicion, because my wife clearly sent a message saying that she was working overtime at the company. With doubts in mind, I walked to the door. The familiar voice of my wife came: "Dear, I'm so worried about you. What should I do if something happens to you?" A clear male voice came. "It's okay. Even if I die, I will still love you in the underworld. We can have a romantic relationship." Through the crack in the door, I saw them kissing passionately. I didn't go in, turned around, went back to the car and threw the Graf diamond ring that she had coveted into the trash can. I know that our seven-year marriage is finally coming to an end.
