At first, Sarah nodded along, but as they walked down the long, red-rock corridor, her steps gradually slowed.
"But Anya, don't you think maybe they have a tiny bit of a point?" Sarah said suddenly, a hint of guilt in her voice. "Look at me now. I'm bloated and clumsy, I can't even bend over. Mark is under so much pressure on Wall Street every day, but I can't even fulfill the most basic duties of a wife anymore."
"Maybe I should just turn a blind eye? Even proactively find him a clean prostitute... I mean, as long as his heart is still at home," she said, looking at Anya. "Don't you think? It's the kind of tolerance a wife should have."
"Unless one day Li Wei flies up in front of me and tells me he's some kind of god on earth," Anya said, waving her hand impatiently, "I would never share him with other women."
