Pushed Overboard for Her
I was six months pregnant when my husband, Michael Greene, shoved me off the edge of a yacht during a birthday party.
Why? Because Lily Clement, his childhood sweetheart, had fallen into the water, and apparently, the yacht was too small for all three of us.
After being pulled from the ocean, suffering from hypothermia and shock, I was taken to the hospital. Doctors determined that emergency surgery was necessary and required a family member's consent.
However, no matter how many times they called, Michael never picked up.
At the same time, lying in a hospital bed, I scrolled through Lily’s Instagram and saw the post she shared just hours earlier. It was a photo of the two of them, soaked but clinging to each other like lovers out of a movie.
"Sometimes love comes from the most unexpected places. Thank you for always being there for me—quietly, selflessly, unshakably."
That was all I needed.
The day I was discharged, I left Michael a signed divorce agreement.
If he wanted to be her knight in shining armor, I’d let him.