His Last Vow, My First Goodbye

In our fourth year of marriage, Fabian's ex returned with twelve love vows he'd promised her.

On our anniversary, she pulled an "Anniversary Coupon," sending him to Fisherman's Wharf—their first date spot.

When I had a minor accident with just a scraped arm, she used an "Emergency Help Coupon," making him abandon me to comfort her.

I cried and fought, but he'd snap, "Victoria and I are innocent! Only dirty minds think otherwise!"

Soon, I learned she was pregnant.

Fabian's eyes lit with fatherly joy as he said, "This is her last coupon. Once our child is born, I'll cut ties and come home."

This time, I didn't cry. I simply smiled. "No need. I wish you both eternity together."