Summary
My Husband seems to have had his heart broken recently.
He’s started smoking, stopped working overtime, and sometimes stares at me with a gloomy look.
But I can’t empathize at all.
After all, I’m in the middle of a passionate romance with my boyfriend.
Once again, as I was heading out for a date, my Husband blocked the entryway, reeking of alcohol.
I kept a straight face: “My best friend just broke up. I have to keep her company tonight.”
“Oh.” His eyes and brows were hidden in the shadows. “She’s had her heart broken three times this week?”
“Can’t help it, she’s a woman who feels deeply.”
Just as I finished speaking, I suddenly saw a few lines of text:
[The Villain used to be so humble. After finally marrying the woman he loved, he worked hard to support her, restrained his X addiction for fear of scaring her, only to discover she was cheating on him.]
[Poor Villain, his sincere heart was wasted on a Bad Woman.]
[Don’t worry, he’s already turned dark. The closet is full of props, and soon the Bad Woman will know what it means to lose track of day and night, to wish for death, to be caught between pleasure and pain.]