A Losing Game of Love

On the eve of our marriage registration, Benjamin Smith said our love felt more like family affection and wanted to separate to rediscover excitement.I agreed.He found a young secretary;I found a double-door male model.The day after we separated, I caught him hugging the secretary.He explained, “The power went out at the office, and she’s afraid of the dark, so I brought her home. Don’t overthink it.”I was struggling to explain the male model’s presence, so I copied his response:“The male model’s power and water were out at home, so I brought him over for a shower. Don’t overthink it, okay?”Benjamin’s face turned as black as coal.I watched him fool around with his secretary for half a month before, for some unknown reason, they fell out. Then he called me, asking to continue with our marriage registration.“Sorry, we just got married. Baby’s passed out from exhaustion in bed.”