We Divorced Over One Sentence

At six in the morning, Claire Hastings came home after working overtime.

She looked exhausted, but she hadn’t forgotten to bring me a bouquet of flowers.

She gently laid the roses on my pillow.

As always, she leaned in to kiss my forehead.

But this time, I quietly turned away and filed for divorce.

Claire stared at me in shock.

“Why? Because I worked too late?”

I shook my head.

“Because you sent me a message at five in the morning.”