My Wife Left Our Son to Celebrate Her Assistant's Birthday

On the first of May, my son was scheduled for a bone marrow transplant, yet my wife went cycling up the mountain with her assistant.

A week later, she returned home. Both her and the assistant were bruised and battered, as if it were the most natural thing.

"Johann got hurt while trying to save me. You’ll take care of his needs—feeding, bathroom trips, everything."

"He can’t get to the bathroom at night, so let him stay in the master bedroom. You can sleep in the study."

I silently handed her the divorce papers and turned to leave, cradling my son’s urn in my arms.