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Whenever my wife hooked up with a gigolo, she'd buy me a sports car as compensation. In just two years, the sports cars had filled up five levels of the garage. When I received the latest sports car from her, I also got a provocative call from a young guy. "Hey, old man, you probably don't know how much Charlotte loves me. She's pregnant with my twins. It must've happened last month, when you were in the hospital with your stomach issues and Charlotte whisked me off to Farronia for a little getaway. Check the nightstand, and you'll find out." On the nightstand were all the travel records from their trip to Farronia, glued in a scrapbook, mixed with their sweet photos together. The dates corresponded to the two weeks I was hospitalized for my stomach cancer. The book had her handwritten notes. "Traveling to Farronia with Blake, just the four of us." I immediately went to see my doctor and said, "Doctor, I'm willing to go to Zwish to volunteer for a confidential medical project. Whether or not my stomach cancer can be cured, I have no complaints."