His Dream Woman Got Divorced, So I Let Him Go
Language: en
Ethan forgot our wedding anniversary for the fifth time. At two in the morning, he pushed open the door. He reeked of alcohol and someone else's perfume, his voice buzzing with excitement. "Sophia's getting divorced! This is my chance!" I stood there, the wound on my left shoulder still throbbing quietly where the sixteen stitches held it together. I had taken that knife for him three days ago. He still didn't know. "Ethan," I said softly, "let's get divorced." He paused, then laughed. "Sure! Even after the divorce, you'll still be my best friend. Oh, and come help me pick out an…