Diamonds for Her, Divorce for HimOn the third day after I gave birth, my husband Marcus told me he had an urgent business trip. He left me alone in the hospital to care for our newborn.
Three days later, just as I was finally being discharged, his childhood friend Sierra posted a photo on Instagram. It was a cozy family portrait: Sierra, her daughter, and my husband smiling beneath the caption, “A happy family of three.”
That same night, she showed off the diamonds he bought her. In the comments, Marcus promised that twenty years from now, he would buy “their daughter” a set too.
Our six-day-old son was crying in my arms.
Marcus had already forgotten he existed.
So when he threatened me with divorce again, I didn’t beg him to stay.
This time, I said yes.
