Three years of marriage, trumped by a single word from his first love.
Language: en
It was our third year of marriage when Liam found the scorecard I’d made for him. My heart leaped into my throat when he casually pulled that piece of paper from his study drawer. It read: "He flew to Australia to see his ex-girlfriend on my birthday, -5 points." "He abandoned me on the highway to pick her up from the airport, -10 points." "He lost our wedding ring while making soup for her, -10 points..." Line by line, the deductions were listed, with a small note at the bottom: "Once I'd deducted 100 points, I'd file for divorce." But his gaze didn't linger on it. He didn't even…