Divorce Papers

Synopsis

On our eighth wedding anniversary, Kamari Larson, my husband, gave me a puppy. Three days after I was wheeled out of the ICU, I handed him divorce papers. His mistress clutched my hand, sobbing as she explained, "Mrs. Larson, this is all my fault. I acted on my own. Please don't be angry with Mr. Larson over something so trivial." My husband gently wiped away her tears, then frowned at me. "Stop being childish," he said. "You're already thirty. Why are you picking a fight with a young lady?" I looked at the man and woman clinging tightly to each other, turned around, and boarded a flight overseas. When I saw Kamari again, a month had already passed.