Ten Years of Old Love, March of New Love

Coming home late from working overtime, I stumbled upon an intimate scene involving my husband.

"Peter, when will you finally get a divorce? I've waited so long for you, it painful for me." The woman clung to my husband, Peter Einstein, pouring out her grievances, wishing she could merge herself into his body.

Peter, lost in passion, could hardly contain himself. Panting heavily, he replied, "Baby, not now. I still need her to help stabilize the company. Once the crisis is over, I'll ask her for a divorce and never be apart from you again."