She Signed the Divorce Papers on Our Wedding Day
Language: en
On our third wedding anniversary, Gina stumbled in drunk. In her haze, she grabbed my wrist, mistaking me for someone else. "Dave, you finally divorced. I've waited so long," she mumbled, her voice trembling with suppressed excitement. I stayed frozen, letting her hold on. "For three years, I went to your office instead of your wife. I bought you flowers. Every second was agony." Her words slurred lower until she collapsed on the bed. I sat by her side until dawn. When she woke and saw me, relief washed over her face. "So you know. Good. I don't have to pretend anymore." She confessed she…