Mr.President, Let's Get a Divorce

Whenshewasten,shesaid,“WhenIgrowup,IwanttobethePresident!”“It'simpossible,butyoucanbethePresident'swife,”hereplied.Hegazedathertenderly.Hisyouthfuleyesfilledwithdeepaffection,asifhewantedtogiveherthewholeworld.Whenshewasthirty-three,duetoaleakofmilitarysecrets,shewasimprisonedfortreason,andshesawhissignatureonthedeathsentencedocument.Shefinallyunderstoodthattheso-calledundyinglovewasfake,andthatpowerandstatuswerethetruegoals.Loveisjustlikeaghost—moretalkedaboutthanseen....Rebornandbacktotheageoftwenty,sheopenedhereyesandshouted,“ImustbethePresident!”“But,Madam...YourhusbandisalreadythePresident,”someonesaid.Shewasstunnedforonlyasecond,thenviciouslyreplied,“ThenI'lltakehimdownfirst,andI'llbecomethePresident!”Amangentlypushedopenthehalf-closeddoor,chucklingsoftly,“DidIhearwrong?Sweetie,youwantto...takemedown?”