I Married And Divorced My Wife Nine Times
After losing a bet to her adopted younger brother, Peter Conroy, my wife, Ruth Davis, divorced me for the ninth time.
I had told her then that if we remarried for a tenth time and divorced again, I would marry someone else.
She only laughed and said, “Will, you even donated part of your liver to me. How could you possibly marry anyone else? Besides, apart from me, who would want to marry a broke loser like you?”
On the day of our tenth remarriage press conference, Peter left her a key to a beach house and made a bet with her. If she could find him in three hours, he would stay and wish us a lifetime of happiness.
The moment Ruth saw the key, her expression turned hesitant. She tore up the remarriage statement and ran off without hesitation.
Three hours later, Peter posted a photo on social media. They were lying on a bed in the beach house and admiring the ocean view. I read the caption.
[If someone really cares about you, they will cross mountains and seas just to find you.]
Without telling Ruth, I withdrew the remarriage application and made a call I had not made in a very long time.
“Julienne, is your proposal from back then still valid?”
Her voice trembled with barely restrained excitement. “For you, it’ll always be valid.”