Married for 8 Years, He Cheated on Me

In the eighth year of our marriage, my husband gave me ninety-nine roses.

Just as I stepped off the operating table, I made a phone call and calmly requested a divorce from him.

On the other end of the phone, his girlfriend apologized in a sobbing voice. "Ms. Quinton, it's all my fault for acting on my own. Please don't get angry with Mr. Quinton."

Henry gently comforted her for a long time and only said to me, "As you wish."

Then, half a month later, I met him again.