"You're just going abroad for medical care, not marching off to war. Is divorce really necessary?"
"My junior from college said there's a new policy over there—single men get a discount on the experimental treatment."
"Babe, I'm just trying to save us money. Can't you understand that? Besides, it's only a fake divorce, not a real one. Once I'm better, I'll come back and we'll get remarried."
"If it's for your own good, I won't argue."
"Thanks, babe. You're the best. I love you so much."
Seeing me agree, Corey finally broke into a smile. He cupped my face in his hands and planted a quick kiss on my lips.
The next morning, we went to the county clerk's office and signed the divorce papers.
He said he needed to meet up with his college junior to discuss the overseas treatment arrangements.
Then he left.
Less than thirty minutes later, that same junior of his posted a new video.
"Thanks for all your suggestions, everyone! My dreamy senior successfully faked being sick and escaped his wife's clutches. We've booked our tickets and we're off to Hawaii for vacation!"
"I've been waiting for this day for SO long. Once we get to Hawaii, I'll be posting regular updates about me and my perfect senior."