The Collapse of Love: Rising from the Ashes

On the day my grandmother passed away, my wife, Chloe Kade, was off climbing mountains for love. Every call I made throughout the day went unanswered except for one. Her voice was cold and distant. "When will you ever grow up? When will you learn to understand others' pain?" By the time she returned home, exhausted but content, all I could offer was a chilling, "Let's get a divorce. You're free."

"Osborne, where is Chloe? I'm afraid she won't hold on much longer."

Grandma lay in her hospital bed. Her face was pale, but her expression calm, her words tinged with regret.