On my wife's birthday, I rushed back from another city overnight.
But the one who opened the door was my male assistant, wearing my bathrobe.
"Mr. Lucas, I came to report to Ms. Johnson, and accidentally got caught in the rain, so I took a shower. Please don't misunderstand."
"There's nothing to explain."
My wife, also in a bathrobe, walked out of the bathroom with a look of disdain on her face. Her gaze towards me was full of contempt.
"Aren't you supposed to be on a business trip? Why are you back?"
I paused for a moment, then shook my head and gave a light laugh. "It's nothing. Just came back to grab a few documents."
I casually tossed the carefully chosen birthday gift into the trash bin, then sent a message to my lawyer.
"Help me draft a divorce agreement."