Her Family Protected the Assistant, I Ended the Marriage

At dinner, I offered my wife a piece of meat, and she flung the bowl aside, saying coldly, "You're actually filthy."

I froze, completely caught off guard.

"And you're unbearably pretentious."

She set down her chopsticks and went on, "Even if you’re obedient and willing to spend money on me, Victor could do the same."

"Perhaps even better."

"Like the roast goose Victor bought two days ago—spoiled as it was, it still suited me more than anything else on this table."

The contempt in her eyes cut through me as though I were some criminal on trial.