After You Killed Me, I Chose Myself

In the tenth year of our marriage, Byron Whitney was keeping a mistress.

Her name was Dora Fox, and she loved extreme sports.

Skydiving, bungee jumping, canyoneering, ice climbing……

Every time, Byron went with her, no matter how dangerous it was.

The day before my thirty-fifth birthday, Dora threw a fit because she wanted to go mountain-climbing in the southern Himalayas.

For the first time, I put my foot down. “Byron, my right eyelid has been twitching for days.”

“And you promised me. Today and tomorrow, your time belongs to me.”