Unforgivable Mistake

My husband, Matt Walton, forgot to turn off the Bluetooth when he answered the phone and I heard him flirting with his female secretary in the car. The female secretary said coquettishly, “Honey, I miss you.” Matt said frivolously, “How many times have I told you not to call me honey? If Vilma hears it, I will make sure you can't get out of bed.”

I finally broke down, changed my name, erased all my personal information and melted the ring he had made for me. A week later, Matt returned home and saw divorce agreements all over the floor. He panicked, “Vilma, my love, how could you bear to abandon me?"