I asked my wife for a divorce for the fifth time and she finally agreed.

My wife, Elara, was washing dishes when I brought up divorce.

She paused, then simply nodded. "Okay."

It was the fifth time I'd asked her. The previous four, she’d been shocked, furious, heartbroken, even pleaded with me, driving me utterly crazy.

This time, though, she agreed.

She agreed with such an air of indifference, so casually, as if it were a trivial matter.

I watched her slender back by the sink.

Amidst my excitement, a strange feeling stirred within me...

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I was still on the sofa, mulling over my strange, inexplicable feelings when Cynthia’s call came through.