My Heart Stopped Hurting The Day He Started Caring

Synopsis

On our third wedding anniversary, I placed the divorce papers in front of Gavin Moore. He didn't look up. "Are you sure about this? Without me, who's going to cover your medical bills for your heart condition?" I smiled and signed my name, my pen shaking in my hand. Three months later, at my funeral, Gavin stormed into the chapel, eyes bloodshot. "Naomi, did you fake your death to trick me into that divorce?" But the casket was empty. Only my letter remained: [This time, there's no pain. Don't look for me.]