A Visitor in Your Life
My husband's childhood friend says she wants her crystal beads to soak up some of the good luck in our home. Because of that, he scatters the beads on the floor, making me slip and miscarry.
I'm in agony as I lie on the operating table. I call my husband incessantly, but all he does is block my number.
I lie in the hospital ward after the operation. I see my husband's childhood friend's social media update—a photo of him worshipfully holding out a certificate while getting down on one knee.
It's captioned, "He loves me so much! I said I'm interested in running a business and he actually set up a company for me!"
On the day of the branch company's grand opening, my husband's childhood friend wears an expensive custom-made gown. Meanwhile, I wear her discarded goods. I'm barred from even entering the building.
I suppress my bitterness and call my lawyer. "Are the divorce procedures done?"