Code Blue: The Final Resuscitation
Language: en
When my husband's intern "slipped" for the sixth time and canceled the remarriage application I submitted, Arthur finally showed a hint of displeasure. I, on the other hand, pulled open the door with a calm face: "The little girl is throwing a tantrum. Coax her well tonight." He suddenly reached out, blocking the doorframe, and stared dead at me: "I thought you cared most about your status?" "Why aren't you angry?" I was momentarily speechless. The last time we divorced, he had signed the papers with a mocking smile: "Whether a man cheats or not only depends on whether the woman can…