It was the third month since Christina returned to the country, and David came home for the first time in those three months.

The first thing he did was hand me the divorce papers and ask me to sign them.

Sitting across from me, he remained calm, though there was an edge of impatience in his demeanor.

He said, "I don't even like you."

As I stared at the words on the paper, tears streamed uncontrollably down my face.

Ten years.

Reduced to just a few pieces of paper.

For a moment, I truly wanted to rip the contract into shreds, throw it in his face, and argue about all...