My Wife's True Love Returned, So I Divorced Her. Now She Regrets It.
Language: en
**Chapter 1** At six in the evening, I cooked six dishes and one soup, all to Vivian's exact preferences. At seven in the evening, I ran her bath, carefully placing her favorite roses and aromatherapy candles nearby. At eight in the evening, I set out Vivian’s slippers at the entrance. At nine in the evening, the front door was pushed open. Vivian walked in, and I stepped forward, taking her coat while placing her slippers neatly in front of her. After hanging the coat in the closet, I asked if she wanted to bathe or eat first. "Shower first," she said absently, her eyes glued to her…