The Divorce: Happy Birthday to Me
On my 16th birthday, I treat myself to the most delicious cake I can find.
On that day, before I can even take a bite, my parents, who are always at odds with each other, sign their divorce papers right in front of me.
So, on my wedding day, I tell my wife, Keira Jarrett, "If you ever want a divorce, just get me a birthday cake."
She hugs me tightly and promises me."Don't worry. 'Birthday' won't even be a word in our home anymore."
Seven years later, on Keira's birthday, her assistant, Jackson Price, throws her a surprise party. She slaps him across his handsome, gentle face and kicks him out of Jarrett Group.
That day, I am convinced I have chosen the right woman for life.
But three months later, on my birthday, I find out the supposedly fired Jackson has been promoted to Keira's personal secretary.
He personally delivers a custom-made birthday cake to me.
I call Keira to demand an explanation, but her voice on the other end is cold and distant. "Jack meant well. Don't be a spoilsport."
I freeze for a moment, then hang up.
It turns out my parents are right all along. The only way a birthday cake tastes right is when it's served with divorce papers.