She Divorced Me for My Own Replacement

The day my wife divorced me for the ninth time, she attended a charity gala with her new assistant, making quite the public statement.

I didn't make a scene. I just looked at that man's face—it was identical to mine before the car accident.

But I knew that in thirty days, she'd come back to remarry me. That's how it went the previous eight times.

The first time, his eyes resembled mine.

The second time, his mouth.

The third time, his nose...

The ninth time, his entire face looked like mine.

But today is the thirty-second day.

For the first time, she hasn't come back.