meaningless_Potato
(THIS IS NOT MINE- ITS FROM NOVELSHORT- THE CODE IS 639678 AND I HATE THE FACT YOU NEED TO PAY FOR IT SO IM WATCHING A TON OF ADS AND DOING TASKS FOR FREE IN-APP CURRENCY TO POST HERE FOR FREE! NONE OF THIS BELONGS TO ME.)
My husband Brandon married me eight times, and divorced me eight times for the woman he truly loved, but there wouldn't be a ninth time today.
"Let's divorce. Your first love is here."
When we first married, I foolishly fell in love.
But every time she returned, he discarded me: "I won't tolerate you throwing a hysterical fit just to get my attention."
The first few times, I cried and begged him to choose me.
By the third divorce, he had security dragged me from his office, tossing the papers at my feet. My tears, my begging, my public humiliations, all fed into the same cruel cycle.
By the eighth, I ended it myself.
When he threatened to let my sick mother die if I caused a scene, I just smiled. He didn't know she had passed away three days ago.
I placed the ninth set of divorce papers on his desk.
As usual, he casually signed them and ordered me to come back next month for our next wedding.
He didn't know my one-way flight was already booked-and he would never find me again.