By the time Asher got home, it was already late at night.

He switched on the lights and was startled to find me sitting on the sofa. With a laugh, he loosened his tie and asked, “Why didn’t you turn on the lights?”

I looked at his face, memories flooding back, hesitating over whether to bring them up. We had been married for years; from our youthful days in school to the altar, I had devoted so much of my life to this man…

After a few seconds, I quietly said, “Asher, let’s get a divorce.”

For a moment, his expression shifted to impatience as he questioned, “What are you...