"Andy, you're still young. You don't understand. I'll tell you, a wife is like a dog. You don't have to put in so much effort. Look at my wife. Isn't she trying her best to please me every day? The less you care about women, the more they can't live without you."
I opened the door and saw Ryan crossing his legs and leaning back on the sofa, looking cool.
And his so-called good friends were looking at him in admiration.
The ten years I had spent taking care of the family was a joke.
Rachel Parker was sitting next to Ryan, looking pretty like a flower.
Compared to her, I was supposed to lose.
I remembered that I was the same age as Rachel, even a few months younger.
But now I looked like I was ten years older than her.
"Ryan, are you really not going to give Rachel a formal status?"
What was Rachel worried about? There was even a hint of concern on her face.
Her hand trembled as she tried to pick a mango.
"Of course I'm going to give Rachel a status."
Rachel obviously breathed a sigh of relief.
His friends opened champagne to celebrate.
"I thought Ryan wouldn't be able to let go of his wife after ten years of marriage," one of them said.