My Wife's Heart Does Not Belong To Me

At my wife's birthday party, everyone presented lavish gifts.

When I revealed the sentimental necklace, the whole room erupted in laughter.

“Ha! Am I seeing this right? Is that a necklace made out of grass?”

“Luke, even if you're broke, buying a cheap crystal necklace from a street vendor would be better than this!”

Holding the gift, I wanted to explain that it was the very necklace she had given me when we were young, and I had kept it all these years.

But my wife slapped me across the face, ripped the gift to shreds, and told me to leave.