My wife attended a classmate gathering. She didn't come back until late at night.

Her first love was lost. His punishment was to choose someone of the opposite sex to drink a toast.

He walked up to my wife.

"Can I choose you?"

My wife didn't refuse, so they held hands and showed it to everyone.

They looked sweet and affectionate as they looked into each other's eyes.

Everyone was looking at me and smiled mischievously.

I walked up to them and took out my cell phone.

"According to the procedure, after drinking the toast, it's time to send them to their wedding room."

"Which hotel do you like? I'll book a room for you!"

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Everyone looked at me in astonishment.

My wife, Emery Bradford, looked puzzled with her eyes wide open.

"Hurry up. Don't miss the auspicious time." I shook my cell phone in front of them, adding, "A moment of wedding night is worth a thousand gold!"

Emery's fair and tender face turned red.

She struggled to get off Spencer's leg. Spencer Horne wrapped his arm around her waist, even squeezing her.

It seemed like a demonstration to me.

"Asher Dunlap, are you crazy?" Emery frowned.

Seeing that we were about to argue, the people around us quickly intervened.

"Asher, there's no need to get angry. It's just a game."

"Indeed, they were playing a game. As a grown man, you shouldn't take it to heart, right?"

Spencer smiled brightly, but his eyes were filled with provocation.

I sat down and pointed to a beautiful woman in the private box.

"Sit on my lap. Let's have a toast."

A man beside her exclaimed angrily, "Damn it, are you flirting with my wife?"

Spencer sneered, saying, "Asher, Emery, and I are playing games. What you're doing is being a hooligan."

I was disgusted, thinking, "Look, these people are so hypocritical!"

"Enough!"

Emery couldn't stand it anymore. She glared at me angrily as if she wanted to eat me alive.

"Asher, it was nothing to begin with, but you insisted on making a big deal out of it!"

"What's wrong with me and Spencer having a drink together? Nothing happens between us two."

Emery pointed at me and cursed, "You came up and made trouble. You are so petty-minded. How can there be such a petty-minded man like you in the world?"

...

I smiled bitterly. This scene was too familiar.

Emery was like this. Everything she did was right.

I couldn't question her anything. Otherwise, it would be my fault.

From the beginning, we were probably unequal in our relationship.

Emery was my high school goddess. Later, we met by chance. It was when she got drunk after a breakup.

"Asher, there is no light in my world." She cried loudly in front of me.

"From now on, I will be your light." I hugged Emery with heartache.

"Asher, can you marry me?"

I was so overwhelmingly happy, and we got married.

After the marriage, I treated her as a treasure and an angel. A year later, she gave birth to a lovely girl.

I obeyed her every word and did everything as she said.

But she took my love for her as capital to do whatever she pleased.

Whenever she was slightly unhappy, she would get angry at me, shouting and cursing at me.

Instead of arguing with her, I had to apologize and ask for her forgiveness.

I even dared not stand up to pee at home.

Per Emery, I would splash the toilet everywhere, breeding bacteria and viruses.

She might get gynecological diseases.

"For the sake of my health, you must squat to urinate!"

When I squatted to pee, I was like a eunuch and a woman. I was not a man.

I dared not stand up.

Once she found out, I had to bear with her raging anger.

"Asher, how many times have I told you? Why are you standing up to pee?"

"Do you have any sense of responsibility? Can you consider me a little bit?"

"You are too much! You treat my health as a joke! You don't love me at all!"

As she scolded me, she started smashing things. Sometimes, she even hit me.

I let her beat and scold me. I could only hold back my grievances in my heart and endure them myself.

She was always dominant, and I always gave in.

For her, I had changed inside and out. My old friends said that I had become a different person.

Only I knew the bitterness in it.

Next, this gathering naturally ended unhappily.

"As you wish, I will go get a room with Spencer!"

Finally, Emery left after saying so.

Whether it was out of anger or not, she and Spencer left in front of everyone and got into his car.

Others looked at me as if I had been cuckolded.

I left and sneered.

"What a fucking class reunion. It's just a bunch of crows having a meeting. No one is good."

I drove home and went to bed.

But as soon as I lay down, I received a distress call from Emery.

She was in a panic.

"Something's wrong, Asher. Spencer and I had a car accident..."

Hearing such news, I laughed with schadenfreude.

"What else could I say? God does dispose."

"Asher, come to me quickly. Come to me quickly... I'm scared..."

Emery's voice was filled with a sob.

I didn't want to go to her at first. But she was my wife and also the mother of my daughter.

Now that she had a car accident, she might be injured.

When I arrived there, she was holding Spencer's arm, crying in distress.

I saw that she only had some scratches. When I turned Spencer over, I was shocked.

His face was covered in blood. Both eyelids were split open.

He was seriously injured. His eyes should have hit the steering wheel. They were bloodied. His skull might also be damaged.

"Did you call 911?"

"No, Asher, I... I called you. Then my cell phone ran out of battery. His cell phone was broken... I'm so unlucky..."

Emery cried while speaking.

"What a stupid woman. Instead of calling 911 immediately after the accident, she called me. I'm not a doctor."

If I hadn't come, Spencer might have died.

I quickly made an emergency call.

Although I disliked Spencer, his life mattered.

After the ambulance arrived, I was ready to leave.

"Asher, where are you going?" Emery saw me start the car and hurried over.

"Go home and go to bed."

Emery looked angry, saying, "Spencer had such a serious car accident, and you will go to bed?"

"Huh?"

I was stunned. I had called for an ambulance and saved Spencer's life. I had done my best.

"Why isn't Emery satisfied?"

She requested me, saying, "Go to the hospital with me to take care of Spencer. You are stronger than me. I can't handle him alone."

I stepped on the accelerator and left directly. The car exhaust sprayed Emery's face.

When I got home, I fell asleep right away.

Without Emery by my side, the two-meter bed was too spacious. I was so comfortable. I didn't have to worry about snoring and being kicked under the bed by her.

That night, I slept particularly soundly.

While Emery stayed in the hospital overnight.