Inside the jacket
My wife produced a lot of breast milk.
Her close friend showed up at our door with her son, asking my wife to breastfeed him.
The two of them would often stay in the bedroom all day, occasionally letting out soft laughter and heavy breathing.
Until six months later, I saw my wife with flushed cheeks and glazed eyes after nursing her friend's son.
That wasn't how someone should look after breastfeeding at all!
With a dark expression, I demanded a divorce!
My wife stared blankly for a moment before saying in shock, "You want to divorce me just because I'm helping my friend feed her baby?"
