Dear, Don't Say You're Sad About the Divorce

I was four years older than Henry Sullivan. He pursued me for six years before I finally agreed to marry him.

He doted on me deeply and said he would only love me in this life.

But later, I overheard a conversation between him and his friends.

"Women start to look old once they turn thirty. No matter how pretty Sophia is, she'll still have fine lines around her eyes.

Now, I can't bring myself to touch her. She seems to be full of a stale. Unlike the wild and sexy vixens outside, who are both enticing and thrilling..."

Henry, once unfaithful, forever untrusted.