After I scheduled the divorce, my wife, Alma Ashford, called me again.I walked to the stairwell outside the ward to answer.“Clyde, why are you making such a big deal out of nothing?“All I did was ask you to write an apology. How dare you hang up on me?”I interrupted her barrage of questions and said calmly, “Let’s get a divorce. I already made an appointment for Monday morning.”Alma exploded with rage on the other end of the line.“Are you seriously doing this over a—”Before she could finish, I blocked her everywhere.I had always been the one to comply with Alma’s every wish. This was the first time I had ever hung up on her.When I returned to the ward, a colleague was making rounds.He comforted me softly, “Dr. Northman, don’t be upset. Ms. Ashford probably didn’t mean anything by it. She was probably just trying to help.”I smiled and said politely, “It’s fine. We’re not together anymore.”Right after the colleague left, a message popped up on my phone.It was To
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