The Ninety-Ninth Time I Pretended to Be Dead, My Love Is Gone

The 99th time I pretended to be dead to scare her, she got fed up and threw the divorce agreement in my face. "If you want to die, please die far away. Don't die in front of me and disgust me!" I smiled with relief. When I really die, she won't be so sad. I signed the divorce agreement, and she couldn't wait and started putting on makeup just to go on a date with another man. I endured the heartache, personally selected a dress for her and delivered it to her door, hoping that she would be happy. She happily threw herself into the arms of the man who was waiting for her. "My dear, he finally agreed to divorce, and we can be together openly." I looked down at the divorce agreement in my hand, and suddenly I didn't want to give it to her.