After that cheating couple left, the home looked empty and desolate.
Gu Kailan looked around blankly, then savagely smashed his phone and everything in the house he could see.
Vases, the television, the computer, cabinets... valuable or worthless, he smashed them all.
Once he was done, he looked at the wreckage strewn across the house, covered his face, crouched on the floor, and sobbed.
A man in his thirties cried like a little child.
Men did not shed tears easily; they simply had not yet been hurt deeply enough.
His home was gone, his wife was gone, everything was gone.
The truth was...
He really did love that woman.
And he really had always believed she loved him.
His phone had not broken. Unfortunately, it had landed upright in a corner, faithfully recording him smashing things in a frenzy before crouching down, wiping his tears, and crying.
The livestream viewers fell silent.
Whether they had been gloating or making jokes, at that moment, listening to the anguished sobs of this man, this successful man, this wealthy boss worth tens of millions, everyone was filled with conflicting feelings and did not know what to say.
No one could laugh anymore, nor could they say a word.
An atmosphere like this was rare in Xiao Yu's livestream.
Yet this was the hidden sorrow of a cuckold.
Perhaps every cuckold was just as hysterical behind the camera, weeping in silence.
At the heart of comedy lay tragedy, as it always had.
"Only happiness built on someone else's suffering counts as happiness." That saying was not without reason, nor was it merely a nonsensical joke.
It was the bloody, cruel truth!
It was just that, much of the time, people never saw the suffering of those involved.
In the end, Xiao Yu disconnected Gu