On the Ninety-Ninth Fake Death, Love Finally Faded

The 99th time I pretended to be dead to scare her, she finally had enough and slammed the divorce papers into my face.

“If you want to die, go die somewhere else. Don't die in front of me and disgust me!”

I smiled with relief. When I really died, she wouldn't be so heartbroken.

I signed the divorce papers. She eagerly started getting dressed up, all so she could meet another man.

Fighting back my heartache, I picked out a dress for her myself and saw her to the door, hoping she would be happy.

She threw herself joyfully into the arms of the man waiting for her.

“Darling, he finally agreed to divorce me. Now we can be together out in the open.”

I looked down at the divorce papers clenched in my hand and suddenly didn't want to give them to her.