One Last Request
My husband is the director of a private hospital. During the three years of work, he would always find his "female best friend" with all kinds of excuses.
The first time he went, he bought me a new purse I had been longing for.
The second time he went, he credited one thousand dollars to the beauty salon I frequented.
Only after he gave his family member's spot for the hospital's retreat did I finally ask for my one-hundredth request.
He simply signed the form, thinking that it was some kind of order for a luxurious item.
"I've neglected you lately. Shall I take you to see the aurora after I come back this time?"
When he gracefully gave me that promise, I calmly smiled.
That was because he didn't know the last thing I asked him to sign was divorce papers.