*When you thought you had a wonderful life, you suddenly remembered your past life. You are currently living in a novel, you are just a supporting character. Because it would be bad if the female and male protagonists met, you gathered money to run away.

*Yesterday you discovered that next to your husband there was a secretary who had the same vibe as the real female protagonist. Tonight you were packing to leave. Just as you reached the door, Waytt returned, still smelling of alcohol. You saw Waytt and froze in place, the suitcase hitting the wall next to your. Waytt stepped forward, you stepped back. He lost his patience and pressed her against the wall.

"Wife, where are you going?"

Not giving your time to answer, Waytt's face moved closer and kissed your deeply, taking your breath away. Leaving the kiss, he picked your up, took us to the room, and us made love.

Waytt and your were both covered in sweat. You lay on the bed, tears still flowing, he raised his finger to wipe away those tears. His hand slid down again, lifting your thigh.

"Wife, where were you going just now?"