If Life Were Only Like the First Time We Met

"If you're not dead, go to the hospital. I'm busy."

The next second, I saw my husband, sitting in the passenger seat of the car that hit me, hang up my call. He turned to the woman in his arms, his voice full of tenderness, and said to his young secretary:

"Don't worry, I'm here."

He calmly left the scene with her, leaving me alone in a pool of blood. In that moment, it finally hit me. My marriage had been crumbling for a long time. Ten years of love had turned into nothing.