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On my husband Ryan Willard's birthday, I pulled an all-nighter to get back from another city. However, it was Betsy Mond, his secretary, opening the door in my pajamas. "Sherry, I just came to report to Mr. Willard. I got caught in the rain, so I took a shower and borrowed your pajamas. Please don't misunderstand," Betsy said. "There's no need to explain," Ryan said coldly. Also wearing pajamas just like Betsy, he walked out of the bedroom with a look of pure contempt, his eyes full of disgust as he glanced at me. "Weren't you supposed to be on a business trip? What are you doing back?" he asked, sounding annoyed. I paused for a moment, then shook my head with a light laugh. "It's nothing. I just came back to pick up some documents," I replied. With barely a glance, I tossed the carefully chosen birthday gift straight into the trash, then sent a message to my lawyer. [Prepare a divorce agreement for me.]