Three Chances Too Late
I helped my wife, Kim Carey, rise from obscurity into stardom, only to discover that she was having an affair with a rising young actor who looked like me.
When I asked for a divorce, she cried and begged me not to leave.
In the end, I caved in. I gave her three chances.
The first time, she stayed up all night to post a public statement clarifying all the rumors between her and Emmett Stone.
She canceled all her work and stayed with me for an entire week.
The second time, on my birthday, she publicly announced that Emmett was her soulmate. She even released intimate photos of the two of them.
She buried herself in my arms and said righteously, "Emmett is depressed. I'm only doing this to comfort him. You're the only one in my heart. This is the last time. Please believe me."
Then, she abandoned me in the wilderness, just because Emmett had suffered a minor injury on his hand.
The final time, my father was critically ill and urgently needed a huge sum of money for surgery.
She refused to even transfer a single cent to me.
"All the money has been invested in Emmett's new drama," she said coldly. "Your father won't die that quickly."
That night, my father missed the best window for treatment and died on the operating table.
My heart was completely shattered.
When Kim finally returned home late that night, I asked for a divorce once more.