"Sent her back?"
I looked at my wife's colleague angrily.
What the f**k?
I was asked to pick her up, but Ford send her back?
"Yes, Jane was drunk. Mr. Ford takes care of his employees, so he drove her back. At that time, her phone ran out of battery, so he didn't have time to tell you..."
The male colleague explained to me.
"Well, I see." I nodded, having mixed feelings.
Bullshit!
F**k!
After scolding in my heart, I turned and left the Imperial Hotel and drove home immediately.
If I could go back early to pick up my wife, I could avoided one s*x between them.
I didn’t care about it that much and I didn’t love her so much.
But as a man, I should have my dignity!
At 1:30 in the morning, there was no traffic jam. I drove at a high speed and returned to the community in only 20 mi
