His Depression Got Me Dumped

When my wife's childhood friend's depression flared up again, she handed me divorce papers.

I signed them without a fuss and told her I was leaving the country.

She looked surprised, then seemed to figure it out.

"So you're finally behaving? Realized your little tantrums won't work, so now you're trying something new to get me back? Fine. Go abroad. Stay out of Asher's sight so you don't trigger him. When he gets better, I'll come get you."

I slipped off my wedding ring and handed it to her. My gaze fell to the jagged scar on my wrist.