The Breakdown of Love: When I'm About to Leave You

On the third year of our marriage, I found intimate photos of him and his childhood sweetheart on my husband's mobile phone.

I threw my phone on his face along with the cake he had bought in most of the city.

There was a cut on the corner of his eye, and blood flowed down his cheek.

"Are you so impatient? Can't you wait for me to die?"

I would die soon, very soon!