Eight Divorces and a Breakdown

Summary

Cassandra’s childhood obsession, Scott, was throwing another one of his tantrums, which meant she was getting ready to divorce me again.

My heart felt like a dead weight in my chest. I looked at her, my voice flat.

"This will be divorce number eight."

Her face was a mask of guilt, her eyes pleading. "Daniel, I don't have a choice. You know how Scott gets. He's threatening to... hurt himself. I can't just let him, can I?"

"But don't worry, Daniel," she added quickly, a line I knew by heart. "As soon as I calm him down, we'll get married again. I promise."

I said nothing.