Quitting You for Good
My CEO wife, Vivian Lynch, suffers from chronic insomnia and can only fall asleep with the pillow mists I make.
At our seventh wedding anniversary dinner, her male best friend, Earl Cain, pours a basin of hot water onto the old cypress tree in the backyard.
I rush to save the tree in tears.
Earl gets on his knees and apologizes, "I'm sorry, Allen. I did not know that you use this tree's leaves to make the pillow mists."
Vivian comforts him gently and orders her men to tie me to the trunk of the tree.
She says with a scoff, "If this tree is so precious, then you can spend your life guarding it!"
After I hurt my hands from this ordeal, the first thing I do is to demand a divorce.
On one night a month later, Vivian, who is unable to sleep, goes to the backyard and sees the withered old cypress tree there.