I Clap for My Wife's Special Fundraiser

Early the next morning, I passed by my bedroom after getting up when the door suddenly opened. The moment I saw who stepped out, a chill ran straight down my spine.

It wasn't Timothy. It was my wife, Sabrina.

Her hair was messy, and she was wearing nothing but a thin nightgown. There was clearly nothing underneath it, and the fabric clung lightly to her curves, revealing the soft fullness of her chest.

She looked exactly like someone who had just rolled out of bed.

I grabbed her wrist and demanded hoarsely, "Why are you coming out of his room? Did you two sleep together?"

Sabrina clearly hadn't expected to run into me the moment she stepped out. A flicker of panic crossed her face.

At that moment, Timothy rushed out of the room and pried at my hand. "Casper, you've got it wrong. Let go of Sabrina. Her skin is soft. You're hurting her!"

He sounded like he was trying to pull my hand away, but while he spoke, his fingernails dug viciously into the back of my hand. Before long, my hand was a bloody mess.

The pain forced me to loosen my grip. Furious, I snapped, "What exactly am I misunderstanding? She walked out of your room. I saw it with my own eyes!"

"The curtain in my room wouldn't close properly, so I asked Sabrina to help me fix it. I'm sorry, Casper. I'll leave right now. Please just calm down."

The moment he said that, Sabrina's hand struck my face, and my ears started ringing.

I stared at her in disbelief. She had actually slapped me because of Timothy.

"Casper, why are you making a scene?" she snapped. "I was just helping Timothy fix the curtain. If you weren't so useless that you didn't even notice the curtain in your own bedroom was broken, would he have needed to ask me for help?"

Timothy immediately reached for Sabrina's wrist and gently rubbed the spot where I had grabbed her.

"Sabrina, please don't be mad at Casper. This is all my fault. I shouldn't have troubled you. I'll leave right now. Please don't argue anymore."

He ran out of the house, crying, without even putting on his shoes.

Sabrina shot me a furious glare, grabbed Timothy's shoes, and hurried after him. Before leaving, she warned me, "I'm going to bring Timothy back. When I do, you'd better apologize to him. If you refuse, you can pack your things and get out of this house."

I watched her chase after him, and a bitter ache welled up in my chest.

After dressing my injured hand in gauze, I made a phone call. "I've thought about what you asked me before. I'll do it."

The person on the other end froze for a moment before breaking into obvious excitement.

"Casper, you're finally coming back to work! I told you a long time ago that a man can't just stay home forever. Your career is what really supports you. But if you're going overseas, can you bear to leave your wife behind?"

I smiled. "She's not my wife."

After I hung up, a message from my lawyer came through. "Mr. Sutton, the divorce agreement has been drafted. It will be delivered to your residence shortly."

I let out a sigh. At last, everything was coming to an end.

Not long after, the divorce agreement arrived. I signed it neatly, then placed the agreement in the most visible spot on the living room table.

After that, I packed everything in the house that belonged to me. In the end, all of it fit into a single suitcase.

Just as I was dragging the suitcase toward the door, Sabrina walked in with Timothy's arm linked through hers.

When she noticed the suitcase, she frowned. "What are you doing? I chided you a little and slapped you once. Now, you're throwing a fit and leaving?"

"Weren't you the one who told me to leave?" I retorted.

Her expression stiffened. "When I tell you to leave, you leave. So if I told you to die, would you do that, too?"

I froze. I never imagined words that cruel would come from her mouth.

When we first started dating, one of her friends had disliked me. Sabrina had argued fiercely on my behalf and even cut that friend out of her life because of it.

I never thought that one day, the person she would cut off would be me.

Timothy chuckled and hurried to smooth things over.

"Sabrina, calm down. Casper is just upset. Please don't argue because of me. However, I suppose Casper doesn't understand you the way I do. At least I know what should or shouldn't be said."

Sabrina's anger toward me vanished almost instantly. She turned to Timothy with a smile and said in a much gentler tone, "If only he were even half as sensible as you, life would be so much easier. But all he ever does is stir up trouble. He never gives me a moment's peace."

Timothy smiled shyly.

"Sabrina, since you're saying that, please don't kick Casper out because of me. Didn't you just say his carbonara pasta is really good? If he leaves, who will cook for us?"

Sabrina seemed to remember something. She turned to me and said coldly, "Did you hear that? Put the suitcase down and make some pasta for Timothy and me. Honestly, you're so oblivious."