No More Hurt For Him: Looking for a Better LifeChapter 1
In the seventh year of our marriage, my husband, Irvin McDowell, gave me a cute orange cat.
Just as I woke up from the anesthesia, I called him calmly and asked for a divorce.
The next day, his mistress, Amelia, knocked on my door, crying and apologizing, "Mrs. McDowell, I'm sorry. Mr. McDowell said you just lost the baby. I thought having a pet would make you happy."
I silently watched her performance as Irvin comforted her, saying to me, "You're angry with me, don't take it out on Amelia."
After that, they left hand in hand.
When Irvin returned, there was only a divorce agreement left on the table.
This time, I didn't want him or the child.
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When the delivery guy brought the orange cat with innocent big eyes to me, I didn't have much emotional reaction.
Instead, the nurse frowned and said, "Pets are not allowed in the hospital. Take it away."
The cat seemed to sense it was about to be abandoned and started meowing anxiously.
For a moment, I felt a soft spot in my heart, so I asked the delivery guy to take it to the McDowell family mansion and give it to the young master, Michael.
"Don't tell him it was from me."