The Scarf That Broke Us

"Let' s get a divorce, Victoria."

It was our fifth wedding anniversary, and for the ninety-ninth time, I heard those flat, bored words from my wife, Victoria, as she dismissed me for real estate analytics on her tablet.

But then, she lowered the tablet, her beautiful, cold face mocking me: "Besides, I can' t leave you right now. I' ve been poisoned."

She claimed a "love charm" from Thailand made her obsessed with her assistant, Ryan, who was the only one who could "cure" her.