Trapped in the Residual Warmth of Past Love

In the fifth year of our marriage, I received pregnancy test photos from his secretary.

[I'm sorry, Mrs. Vanderbilt. I sent it to the wrong person.]

This wasn't the first time she had made this mistake.

Late on Valentine's Day night, she posted a photo of a tie lying in a trash can.

That was the birthday present I bought for him.

"Let's get a divorce."

I thought he would agree to me readily.

However, his eyes were red.