When the Storm Ends, Life Begins Again
On the day of the United Nations meeting, I noticed a new electronic watch on my wife’s wrist.
She said it was a gift from her first love to monitor her health. It was a veiled jab, which implied I was not as thoughtful or caring as an outsider.
Something felt off, so during her lunch break I secretly checked, and found a bugging device.
I reported it immediately, using my official title to cover her wrongdoing.
Her first love, however, was now wanted by the authorities. While fleeing, he tragically died in a car accident.
My wife said coldly that it served him right, yet treated me with even more care and attention.
However, she deliberately leaked my translation files at work, which