My husband stayed out all night on New Year’s Eve, so in a fit of anger I locked him out for the whole night. But when I woke up the next morning, I saw cash covering the shoe cabinet and living room, with the bag I’d always wanted resting on top. Deeply touched, I filmed it and posted the video on social media. But every comment urged me to get a divorce. Without changing my expression, I showed my husband the video and asked jokingly, “How much of this cash am I supposed to drink?” He casually deleted the video and scoffed. “People online can’t stand seeing others happy. Don’t listen to their nonsense.” “Honey, I have a contract to discuss with the King of Gambling, so I can’t spend today with you.” Watching him hurry out, I couldn’t help sneering. What a ridiculous lie. A contract with the King of Gambling? How come I, his daughter, know nothing about it?
