A Shower of Petals
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At my mother’s birthday dinner, my wife, Isabelle, uncorked the bottle of Macallan she’d brought. As she raised her glass for a toast, her voice cut through the quiet chatter.
"You know, Mom," she began, a small, curious smile on her lips, "I’ve always wondered."
"What’s your secret? How on earth did you manage to raise a son like Alex? So spineless, so selfish, and so utterly oblivious to it all."
My mother’s hand, holding her glass, trembled slightly.
I calmly placed my napkin on the table.
"I agree to the divorce."
