The 101st Betrayal

I begged Fannie for 100 times. She finally agreed to go to Los Angeles with me and my father.

But even after my father passed away with regret, she still didn't show up.

However, her secretary, Evan, posted a photo of the two of them snuggling up to each other.

"Wherever I want to go, even if it is far away, she will accompany me."

Looking at the location less than two kilometers away from me, I called to question her, but she answered nonchalantly.

"I've always been like this. If you can't stand it, we can divorce."

This was the 101st time she had proposed a divorce.