He Defended the Woman Who Ran Me Over

I spent the entire afternoon at the mall, picking out a third-anniversary gift for my husband, Derick.

Crossing the street, a Maserati slammed straight into me.

When I woke up, my husband walked into my hospital room, bringing the blond girl who ran me over.

"Daisy just graduated and isn't familiar with the roads in LA. You're not seriously hurt anyway, so just let it go."

When I returned home, I realized my dog, my companion for eight years, was missing.

"This dog tried to bite me, so I killed it. It's in a freezer in the kitchen now," the girl's cousin said.

My husband said, "It was just an animal. We can just get another one, can't we?"

I looked him straight in the eyes. "Derick, let's get a divorce."