She Played Sick, I Played Along
When my wife, Hazel Zimmerman, is diagnosed with a terminal disease, she insists on divorcing me just to set me free.
I refuse to do so. Instead, I travel all over the world to seek doctors and treatment remedies in hopes of finding Hazel a cure.
I keep going at it until I start vomiting blood from exhaustion. But as soon as I reach home, I overhear Hazel bragging to her best friend smugly.
"Brandon, that idiot, actually thinks that I really have cancer! I just wanted to use this excuse to divorce him so I could go on a world trip with Nathan.
"Once I've had my fun, I'll claim that I'm cured of my disease. Then, I'll remarry Brandon again."
"Do you really think Brandon will believe your excuse?" the best friend asks.
Hazel just sneers in disdain. "That idiot loves me so much that he can't live without me. Ever since he found out that I have cancer, he's been crying his eyes out. What can he tell, anyway?"
When Hazel brings up divorce once again, I don't hesitate to accept it this time.