Mr. CEO, Your Wife has Signed the Divorce Papers!

At the dinner table, my husband's dream girl was urged to drink. Without hesitation, my husband stood in front of her and drank a kilogram of liquor for her. I can't help but frown and tug at his sleeve, but all he does is turn around and slap me across the face.

"Woman, stop meddling in a man's drinking!"

Every man there complimented him on how well he controled his wife while his dream girl looked at him with admiring eyes and leans coquettishly on his shoulder.

I covered my cheek in pain and tightly shut my mouth.