Divorce on Our Anniversary

On our seventh wedding anniversary, the police called me to come to the station.

A couple had reported that my company's products gave their child food poisoning.

The wife was Mary.

The husband was Terry.

I froze, because my husband's name was also Terry.

When I arrived at the police station, I saw Terry with his arm around a woman. He lit a cigarette:

"I have a three-year-old child with her. That's how it is."

I smiled and pulled out the divorce papers I'd prepared four years ago:

"You can sign them now."

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Mary left the police station in tears, carrying her son.