18 Hours of Surgery Couldn't Save Our Marriage
A car accident left me with severe brain injuries. I was left hanging by a thread.
My wife, a renowned medical genius, personally operated on me for 18 consecutive hours, pulling me back from death's grasp.
Yet, the first words I said to her after waking up were, "Grace, I want a divorce."
Her eyes were filled with tears. "Derek, I just saved your life, and now, you want to leave me? Is it because I've been too busy at the hospital? Because I haven't spent enough time with you?"
I frowned. "It's exactly because you saved me that I want this divorce. I won't let you sacrifice your reputation for me."
The family elders tried to reason with me. "Grace is such a wonderful wife. She takes care of everything and loves you deeply. Why insist on a divorce? Why throw away such happiness?"
No matter who approached me, I dismissed them with the same response. "If you think she's so perfect, then she'll be available once we're divorced."
The elders were furious. "Fine! Get your divorce! But don't come crying to us when you regret it!"
I whispered under my breath, "The only thing I regret is not divorcing her sooner."