He Doesn’t Love Me
My billionaire husband suffered from chronic insomnia for years. Only the sleep balm I made could help him sleep.
On the night of our seventh wedding anniversary, his childhood sweetheart poured a basin of scalding water over the old camphor tree in our garden.
I wept and tried to save the tree as she apologized, “I didn’t know you used its leaves to make the sleep balm.”
My husband gently comforted her and ordered his men to tie me to the tree trunk instead.
“What a precious tree. You’ll spend the rest of your days with it!”
With my wrist fractured as a result, I filed for divorce immediately.
A month later, my husband was unable to sleep late one night. He stood in the garden and stared at the withered camphor tree.