I tried every folk remedy under the sun, forcing down concoctions that made me retch until my throat burned.
I canceled every social engagement, stayed by his side day and night, terrified something would happen to him.
I thought sincerity could earn sincerity in return. I thought that one day, he would finally get better.
But what I got in return was him and my best friend, tangled together in our marriage bed.
And worse.
Even the illness had been an act.
Caspar choked down the fistful of pills, struggling to swallow. He failed, gagging, and broke into a fit of coughing.
"Maud, I'm trying so hard to take my medicine. I promise I'll get better soon..."
"I swear, once I'm better, I'll stay right by your side. I'll never see another woman again!"
I lowered my gaze and tugged at the corner of my lips.
Caspar had made that same promise countless times before. He'd even locked himself in his room once, refusing to let himself see other women.
I shook my head with regret.
Slowly, I reached into my bag and pulled out the neatly folded document, setting it gently on the nightstand.
"Caspar, I'm tired."
"This is the hundredth time. I don't want to keep doing this."
"Let's get a divorce."