Delete My Marriage

Synopsis

On our anniversary, I received 999 red roses. They weren't from my husband but from his mistress. Lying on the hospital bed, fresh from surgery, I finally found the courage to call him and ask for a divorce. But it wasn't his voice that answered. Instead, I heard her, choking back tears. "I'm so sorry. I just wanted to apologize. I never meant to come between you and Edward." That was all it took for him to explode. "Jo, for Christ's sake. Can you just leave her alone for one fucking day?" he roared through the phone. "You want a divorce? Fine. Pack your shit and get out. And don't ever come back." Something inside me died in that moment. Whatever love I'd been clinging to simply evaporated. "As you wish," I whispered, and hung up. I left that night with nothing but a suitcase and my dignity, determined to build a new life without him. But now, after searching the world for me, he's kneeling at my feet, begging for a second chance. "Jo," he pleads, "please, just give me one more chance."