The Rain on the Mountaintop Washed Away Our Marriage

After missing my birthday for the seventh time, Robert Whitney said he wanted to make it up to me.

I waited at the mountaintop for more than three hours.

Even when the rain came down in sheets, he never showed.

His little secretary, on the other hand, posted a photo of the two of them kissing in a hotel room.

“Thank you, Mr. Whitney, for the limited-edition necklace.”

“Someone who loves you never makes you wait. The things I want, I always get right away~”

A romantic round bed, the kind meant for lovers.

The two of them, fingers laced tight, bare from the waist up.