Even in the most luxurious VIP ward, the sound of the rain tapping incessantly could still be heard, each drop echoing in Mason's heart. He opened his phone's album, looking at the picture of Zoe lying on the pillow.

Lisa's words started to resonate.

"Mason, think back to the first month of your marriage. Didn't you come home every night? Do you dare say that you weren't addicted?"

Mason couldn't deny it.

This photo was the best evidence of his indulgence.

For three years of marriage, he