My husband divided his first love into his maintenance group: I just value her ability! After the divorce, he regretted it.

In the fifth year of my marriage to Nolan, his first love returned.

He placed her on his maintenance team.

When I questioned him, he retorted, “Do you know why I chose her? Because she’s not like you, just a housewife obsessed with romance!”

So, when he asked for a divorce for the twenty-second time, I nodded, “Let’s get divorced then.”

Nolan scoffed, “Don’t come begging me like a stray dog.”

I nodded, efficiently packed my belongings while he watched in disbelief.

“Goodbye forever.”