You Don’t Deserve My Wedding Dress
Language: en
On my sixteenth birthday, I bought myself the best cake I could afford. But that day, before I could even take a single bite, my warring parents signed their divorce papers right in front of me. So, on my wedding day, I told my wife, Susan, “If you ever want a divorce, just get me a birthday cake.” She held me close and whispered, “Don’t worry. The word ‘birthday’ will never be spoken in our house again.” Seven years later, on Susan’s birthday, her young assistant prepared a surprise party for her. My wife slapped him hard across his smooth, handsome face and fired him on the spot. That…