My Wife's 33 Runaway Attempts for True Love

After I register my marriage with Gabriella Archer behind everyone's backs, whenever she unlocks a new bedroom position with her childhood sweetheart, Nathaniel Taylor, she tells me that she'll throw a wedding to make it up to me.

In three years, Gabriella has brought the wedding up 33 times. Of course, she has broken her promise 33 times as well.

The first time she did, it was because Nathaniel's dog had died. In order to pay respects to it, Gabriella told me that she couldn't host any auspicious events for three months.

I was still clad in a tux as I kept apologizing and making amends to all of our family, friends, and relatives beneath the stage.

The second time Gabriella flaked out on me, it was thanks to Nathaniel's stomachache. She had the wedding car turned around so that she could buy medicine for Nathaniel and take care of him.

In every wedding after that, Nathaniel would get into all sorts of troubles and ailments.

I fought with Gabriella, and I lost my temper multiple times.

But Gabriella often hit me with, "Nate and I are just friends with benefits. You're my actual husband here, so don't be petty."

After Gabriella breaks her promise for the 33rd time, I'm finally done with her. So, I slide a divorce agreement in her direction.

"The cooling-off period is over, so let's just finalize the divorce."

Gabriella Archer missed our wedding ceremony for the 32nd time because of the celebration party for her 999th successful case. Nathaniel Taylor carefully organized the party for her.

At the party, everyone assumed that Nathaniel was her boyfriend.

"Ms. Archer, you and Mr. Taylor grew up together and make such a perfect pair. With the atmosphere tonight, why don't you make a toast to each other?"

"Yes! We want to see Ms. Archer and Mr. Taylor toast to each other!"

The crowd's cheers reached my ears.

I had been married to her for three years, yet she had never acknowledged our relationship publicly. I could only shrink into a corner, watching her look at Nathaniel affectionately as they raised a toast to one another.

After the party ended, fearing our relationship might get exposed, I went to the intersection near the hotel early and waited for Gabriella.

A black car slowly approached. When the window rolled down, I saw Nathaniel sleeping soundly in her car.

Gabriella looked at me, her tone as matter-of-fact as ever. "Go home by yourself. I need to drop Nate off."

I lowered my gaze and said nothing.

Gabriella was a total clean freak. She never let any strange smells linger in her car.

Once, she offended a client because of her stubbornness. To apologize on her behalf, I drank so much that I nearly made myself sick.

But when it was over, she frowned and looked at me with pure disgust. "You smell terrible. Find your own way back."

That day, she left me alone in the snowy outskirts, and it