My ex-wife Nana was older than me, the kind of mature, nurturing woman who took care of everything. Our relationship was warm and comforting—she always treated me with kindness and affection. But I made a mistake. I cheated on her, and that ultimately led to our breakup. Afterward, I remarried the woman I'd had an affair with, but she treats me like nothing more than an ATM, constantly bullying and mistreating me like a shrewish wife. One day, I ran into Nana again. Old habits died hard—I found myself unconsciously leaning on her, reminiscing about the past, and before I knew it, I was holding her in my arms.