Her Affair Ended at Zero

I can see the countdown to death above everyone's head.

And my wife, Vivian Ashford—her death was scheduled for today.

For ten years, she maintained the illusion that she couldn't have children.

But today, she brought home a five-year-old boy, along with her lover.

She laid her cards on the table, and the elders gathered around, urging me to be magnanimous.

"Marcus, Vivian hasn't had it easy. Women always love children—just think of him as another son. What's the harm?"

I watched the rapidly ticking countdown above her head: [00:01:30].