I Left, They Cried

Synopsis

For twelve years, my wife only let me touch her twice a month—like a standing dentist appointment. I thought she was just cold. Then, one night, I saw her on the street with her first love. The same woman who froze me out was smiling like summer. Our daughter stood between them, holding his hand and calling him Daddy. I didn't make a scene. I walked home, pulled the papers I'd already drafted, and signed.