When Love Was No Longer Between Us

The day I received the diagnosis of advanced gastric cancer was Ethan Cole and my third wedding anniversary.

I called him. The other end was noisy, with the faint sound of a woman's charming laughter.

"What's up? I'm busy."

His voice was as impatient as ever.

Clenching the thin piece of paper that had been enough to crush my life, I whispered, "Ethan, let's get a divorce."

The other end of the line fell silent.

After a moment, he scoffed. "Natalie Sanders, what are you up to? You're even saying something like that to force me to come home?"