My Husband Banished Me to a Deserted Island

Thirty days into the silent treatment with my husband, he proposed a trip to mend our relationship. As soon as we landed, he snapped my ID card in half, smashed my phone, and abandoned me on a deserted island to fend for myself.

When someone asked if he was being too harsh, he was accompanying his childhood sweetheart to her prenatal checkup, sneering contemptuously:

"It's her own fault for being so petty. I was just using IVF to fulfill Faye's wish of becoming a mother, and she threw a fit demanding a divorce."

"The baby will be born in eight months. There's fresh water and food on that island, so she won't starve to death. I'm just teaching her a lesson."

Eight months later, holding his newborn son contentedly, my husband unusually asked his assistant:

"It's been so long, hasn't she made a fuss about coming back to the States yet?"

He didn't know that I had died on the very first day I arrived on that lonely island.