During the holidays, my doctor wife once again lied to me, saying she'd been assigned several emergency surgeries and couldn't come home with me to visit my parents. But then I saw a post from the intern she supervised. In the photo, my wife was wearing a raincoat and rain boots, slaughtering a pig at the banquet in Yang Zhenhua's village.
I just sneered and gave it a like. My coworkers were gossiping frantically in every group chat, all convinced I was sure to blow up at my wife this time. Her call came right away. I could already picture her frowning impatiently.
Zhang Ran had made me empty promises again and again. I'd had enough, and I couldn't wait any longer. Once the Dragon Boat Festival was over and I had the divorce papers in hand, our seven-year marriage would be over for good.
