As the seaside wedding of Melody and me was underway, her childhood sweetheart Levi made a comment.
"I'd like to see the groom perform a falling-in-the-water show."
Without hesitation, she pushed me into the sea to amuse her childhood sweetheart.
I struggled painfully in the water, nearly drowning to death.
It was my mother, in the late stages of lung cancer, who recklessly jumped into the sea to rescue me.
But she inhaled too much seawater and became a vegetable as a result.
That night, I returned home to pack my clothes and found Melody in her wedding dress, tangled in passionate embrace with Levi on our new bed.
I stood in the doorway, soaking wet and utterly exhausted, dialing Melody's aunt's number.
"Auntie, can I still be your lover?"