The husband excitedly went to the kitchen and picked up a kitchen knife, then stared at his swollen face and said, “Honey, I really do not want to gamble anymore, I'll prove it to you now!”
As he said this, he raised the kitchen knife and was about to chop off his hand.
I quickly snatched the kitchen knife from my husband's hand and threw it far away, then I put my hands on her shoulders and said, “I believe you and I forgive you.”
It was not that I was soft-hearted.
But my husband was called to a party by his so-called friends last night.
Among friends, playing cards for three or five pounds was just harmless fun—it was normal to win or lose a few quid.
But losing twenty-five thousand in a single night?
There was only one explanation, my husband had been set up!
When he heard me say I forgave him, a glimmer of light finally appeared in my husband's eyes.
He wiped his tears and said, “Honey, I'm going to pack my bags now and go to work in the factory.”