My husband used to love me so much.

Back then, he proposed 99 times just to marry me. It wasn't until the 100th proposal that I was finally moved by his persistence and became the envied Mrs. Frederick Morrison of Harbor City.

On our wedding day, I gave him 99 reconciliation vouchers. We agreed that as long as these vouchers weren't used up, I would stay by his side forever.



It's been five years since then. Every time Frederick goes out to see another woman, he uses up one reconciliation voucher.

Gradually, he suddenly notices that I've changed. I no longer cry or beg him to stay. Only when he loses his mind over his innocent secretary again do I quietly ask him, "Frederick, if you don't come back tonight, can I use a reconciliation voucher?"

He pauses mid-step, then immediately turns. "Of course."

He thinks he still has many reconciliation vouchers. He doesn't realize this is his last one.
Chapter 1
Frederick Morrison and I had been married for five years without any children.
Today was the celebration party for Morrison Group's successful bid on the East District project. It was also the ninth day since Frederick and I had agreed to start trying for a baby.
However, when Frederick's innocent secretary, Emma Wells, knocked over the champagne tower, spilling wine all over our business partner, he immediately stepped in to shield her.
Then, he turned to me dismissively. "Cecilia, apologize to Mr. Carter."
I froze, unable to believe what I was hearing. The business partner, Luke Carter, frowned and pointed angrily at Emma. "Mr. Morrison, it was that young lady who made the mistake. I only want her apology."
Emma's eyes welled up as she tugged at Frederick's sleeve, looking like she'd been terribly wronged. Frederick gently patted her hand, then turned to me with complete indifference.
"What are you standing there for? Drink with Mr. Carter right now. If one glass isn't enough, make it two. Just make sure he's satisfied."
It seemed he had forgotten we were trying to conceive, or maybe he simply didn't care. The people around us began whispering, their eyes filled with pity for me. Everyone knew this wasn't my fault, but they could see that Frederick was determined to protect Emma.
I wanted to refuse, but Frederick seemed to expect this and silently mouthed to me. "Reconciliation voucher."
Years ago, when he wanted to marry me, he had proposed 99 times. I had rejected him that many times.
I thought he would give up, but on the 100th time, Frederick gathered all my family and friends and swore publicly, "Cecilia, you're the only woman for me. Even if you don't say yes now, I'll keep proposing until you agree to marry me."
I was moved by his persistent love and finally said yes. On our wedding night, I had 99 reconciliation vouchers specially made to repay his devotion. We agreed that as long as these vouchers weren't used up, we would never separate.
For the first three years, Frederick treasured them and never used a single one. However, after Emma appeared, he had used 96 vouchers in just two short years.
Now, this was the 97th.
My fingers gripping the wine glass paled slightly as I forced a smile and walked over to our business partner. "Mr. Carter, let me apologize with a drink."
Luke sighed and told me a sip would be enough. However, I still smiled and drank the entire glass of red wine.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Frederick gently touching Emma's nose, his voice gentle. "Silly, don't run so fast next time. What if you get hurt?"

Chapter 2
Emma grabbed his hand, her eyes sparkling with delight. "I know, Mr. Morrison. You're so good to me."
She was right. Frederick was truly good to her.
The wine I'd swallowed finally hit my throat, the burn making my eyes water. It didn't matter, I told myself. There were only two vouchers left anyway.

After the reception ended, I naturally walked toward the passenger side of the car. The moment I touched the door handle, I heard the sharp click of the locks engaging.
Frederick rolled down his window and looked at me coldly. "Take a cab. I just had the car washed, and you reek of alcohol."
He seemed to have forgotten why I reeked of alcohol in the first place, the disgust in his eyes unmistakable under the streetlights.
Normally, I would have frantically tried drinking water, tearfully explaining that it was just a little wine and that the smell wasn't that bad. Perhaps I might have even broken down right there on the street, demanding through my tears why he'd made me apologize for Emma.
However, this time, I simply smiled and nodded. "Alright. Drive safely."
Frederick's grip on the steering wheel loosened, and he looked at me instinctively. "Cecilia..."
Before he could finish, Emma pushed past me with a laugh. "Mr. Morrison, I'm all ready. Let's go."
She wore Frederick's suit jacket over her dress, which still carried the sharp scent of alcohol from when she'd knocked over the champagne tower. However, Frederick didn't mind at all. He not only opened the car door for her personally but also carefully adjusted his jacket around her shoulders.
"It's cold out there. Don't catch a cold."
Only after all this did he remember to look at me, guilt flickering in his eyes. "Don't get the wrong idea. I'm just looking out for Emma because she's young and alone."
I nodded. "I understand."
Afraid he wouldn't believe me, I added, "Besides, you used a reconciliation voucher, didn't you? I won't be angry."
Frederick froze, about to say something more, but Emma sneezed and immediately recaptured his attention.
"Get home early," he said, and then they drove off.
I watched their car disappear into the distance, unable to stop myself from shivering.
Back home, I pulled out the piggy bank where I kept our reconciliation vouchers from the closet. The slips of paper that used to be easy to reach now required me to dig around for a long time before I could pull one out.
After tearing up the 97th voucher, I opened my laptop and began drafting divorce papers. To ensure a fair divorce, I even consulted my law professor, Samuel Powell. "Mr. Powell, if I divorce Frederick, how should we divide the assets?"
Mr. Powell was surprised by my question. "Divorce? Why?
"Everyone at the university knows that Frederick proposed to you 100 times. It's still talked about as one of the great campus love stories. Why would you want a divorce now?"