Ten Years of Love, Only Regrets Remain

On the wedding anniversary, my wife, Giselle Barnard, who was traveling abroad with her male best friend, sent me a message, asking for a divorce.

I texted her back calmly, "Okay."

Three days later, I finished work and flew to see her.

Giselle's male best friend, Coyle Moritz, who was sitting on the sofa with his upper body naked, said with a guilty look on his face, "Mr. Geldof, I'm sorry. I joked with Giselle that day, and I took her phone to text you without her permission. Don't take it to heart."