From Here On, We Each Grow Old in Our Own Way

My husband, Nie Beize, is one of the country's top bomb disposal experts. He has disarmed countless bombs and saved countless lives, but it never occurred to him to repair our marriage. The day I asked for a divorce was our fifth wedding anniversary. At nine in the morning, I watched his livestream as he focused on cutting the wire. At 10:50, the bomb was successfully defused, and Nie Beize put an arm around his assistant, Ye Sisi, as they gave an interview. His eyes were tender as he said, "The person I owe the most for getting where I am today is Sisi, who's worked overtime with me day and night." I listened, cradling my slightly rounded belly, stunned for a long time. At 1:30 in the afternoon, I received a text from him