You Scorned My Love, So Why Are You Kneeling When I Asked for a Divorce?

Mycorpusluteumruptured,andmylifehungbyathread.Myhusband,however,wasintheadjacenthospitalroom,meticulouslycaringforthe“whitemoonlight”ofhisheart,whojusthadacold.Myheartfinallydied.Islammedadivorceagreementinfrontofhimandresolutelywalkedaway.……Later,assuitorsblossomedaroundme,hewasdrivenmadwithjealousy.Hetriedeverytrickinthebooktocutoffmyromanticprospects,grabbingmywristdomineeringly,“HollySinclair,Ineversignedthedivorcepapers.Youarestillmywife.Youdaretocheatonme?Justyoutry!”Andthen,pinningmeinadarkcorner,hewhimperedhisconfessioninmyear,“Wifey,Iwaswrong.Pleasedon'tleaveme.Youaretherealwhitemoonlightofmyheart…”