Divorce on Our Anniversary
Language: en
On our seventh wedding anniversary, the police called me to come to the station. A couple had reported that my company's products gave their child food poisoning. The wife was Mary. The husband was Terry. I froze, because my husband's name was also Terry. When I arrived at the police station, I saw Terry with his arm around a woman. He lit a cigarette: "I have a three-year-old child with her. That's how it is." I smiled and pulled out the divorce papers I'd prepared four years ago: "You can sign them now." 1. Mary left the police station in tears, carrying her son. Because I'd…