My wife's crush is back. I want a divorce to fulfill them.
Language: en
5 PM. I was spraying Clara’s favorite designer scent on the Italian leather sofa in the living room. That small bottle cost me a month’s salary, but if she liked it, no price was too high. 6 PM. I carefully arranged the meticulously prepared French foie gras on the dining table. 7 PM sharp. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching cars zoom by on the street below, quietly waiting for my wife, Clara, to return—whenever that might be. The clock struck midnight when Clara finally came home, reeking of alcohol. I instinctively reached out to steady her. She was disoriented by the…