Love I Can No Longer Touch
There isn't any cure for migraines.
But my billionaire wife, Ashley Weston, has not had a single migraine for years thanks to my daily massage with both hands.
On the day I get into a car accident, I beg a passerby to call her to save me.
She replies impatiently, "So you're resorting to such shameless tricks just because I won't answer your calls?"
Through the phone comes the mocking laughter of her childhood friend, Jordan Hanson.
My right hand is permanently fractured, and my left hand suffers from muscle weakness after the accident.
A lawyer helps me draft a divorce agreement. With much difficulty, I sign it and send it to Ashley.
On the day her head throbs with unbearable pain, she looks at my drooping hands and remains silent for a long time.