To Flee a Dying Love

Summary

At the company's tenth-anniversary celebration, my wife's male secretary was in charge of the raffle.

When it was time for the grand prize, he somehow drew his own name.

My wife asked him what he wanted, and he pointed at the watch on my wrist.

I flatly refused. How could a personal belonging be used as a prize?

But the male secretary turned to my wife and whined, "That watch is a limited edition. There's only one in the world."

My wife signaled for me to give the watch to him.

I argued my case, but my wife slapped me across the face instead.