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 resulted in me being accused of espionage and taken in for investigation.
“Miles, that bug was clearly planted by you. You were jealous of Ash and wanted him dead!”
“I truly regret giving up Ash to marry someone as malicious as you. You should go to hell and atone for him!”
When I opened my eyes again, I was back there once again on the day her first love gave her that watch.
I did not interfere this time. I simply signed my name on the divorce papers.