The Seventh Divorce
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Summary
The moment I heard my daughter call another woman "Mommy," my hand shook.
I accidentally arranged a red apricot branch in the vase.
But my husband's female assistant saw it and ran out crying.
That night, my husband asked for a divorce.
Receiving the message at 3 AM, I thought I was dreaming.
But early the next morning, he rubbed his brows, dark circles under his eyes, and handed me the divorce papers:
"Mia said you were mocking her on purpose. If I hadn't stopped her, she would have jumped last night."
