My Older Husband and My Younger Husband

Summary

Three years of marriage to Harvey Wen, and we were still as polite as strangers. He was gentle and considerate, always showering me with gifts and money, a man who never seemed to get angry.

Until he suddenly reverted to his eighteen-year-old self.

He demanded a divorce, threatening to jump off a building if I didn’t agree. I reluctantly gave in. In his glee, he ran off to an all-night internet cafe, dyed his hair blond, and adorned his ears with half a dozen piercings. He even slapped temporary tattoos of dragons and tigers on his arms.