I left the hospital and went straight home. I ordered a mountain of takeout and discussed the divorce agreement with the lawyer my friend recommended. After eating my fill, the lawyer had drafted a preliminary divorce agreement. Everything was ready, just waiting for Jayden to come home.

By the time he arrived, it was already eleven at night.

The door creaked open, and Jayden, seeing the bright living room, looked at me sitting on the sofa and came over with a smile, reaching out to hug me. I turned away.

Jayden thought I was throwing a tantrum. Kneeling, he grabbed my hand, apologizing, “Honey, I didn’t mean to leave you...