The Third Strike
Language: en
My husband couldn't forget his "one that got away." In the VIP room of a club, drunk out of his mind, he confessed his truth to his friends: "I've loved her for years. It killed me that she got married before I could confess. And now that she's finally divorced, it kills me that I'm married." I wasn't angry. I still stayed by his side. My husband despised me. He saw me as a pathetic, clingy doormat with no personality, an obstacle standing between him and his true love. He desperately wanted to divorce me. But every time he brought it up, I refused. What he didn't know was that he was…