After Ruining My Wife's First Love Anniversary

I accidentally washed the old sheets my wife had treasured for many years.

The blood on the bed sheets was a precious memento of the night she lost her virginity to her childhood sweetheart.

My wife was furious and thought that I did so out of jealousy.

In a fit of anger, she sent me into the dark charcoal kiln, hoping that I'd learn some rules there.

My soul and dignity were trampled and destroyed.

Three years later, she took me home.

She asked me if I was still as stingy and jealous as before?

Humble and sensible. I knelt on the ground to show that I had learned my lesson.