The Seventh Divorce
Language: en
The moment I heard my daughter call another woman "Mommy," my hand shook. I accidentally arranged a red apricot branch in the vase. But my husband's female assistant saw it and ran out crying. That night, my husband asked for a divorce. Receiving the message at 3 AM, I thought I was dreaming. But early the next morning, he rubbed his brows, dark circles under his eyes, and handed me the divorce papers: "Mia said you were mocking her on purpose. If I hadn't stopped her, she would have jumped last night." "She's young and sensitive, hates people saying she climbed up by seduction. I…