When I filed for divorce, my wife was cooking.
Her hands trembled slightly and she replied softly: "Okay."
This is the 10th time I have filed for divorce.
The first 9 times, she cried and made noises like a madman, saying that divorcing someone who was half dead would force her to die.
I'm tired of her old smell, unlike my lover, who is full of life.
Unexpectedly, she agreed this time.
The promise was too light, as if it was just an answer about what to eat today.
I looked at her back as she was busy in the kitchen.
Although I was happy, I felt inexplicably uneasy...
