Would You Divorce Over a Cup of Coffee

"I was dying from my fear of heights, but my husband, Don Vincent, was busy with his assistant, savoring the latest coffee flown in from Hawaii that morning."You're a grown woman, Bella. What's the big deal? You're stuck on a roof, figure it out."Then he hung up on me.I collapsed onto the hot tar of the roof, my body shaking uncontrollably before everything went black.It was two hours before building security found me.When I got home, I asked Vincent for a divorce.He rubbed his temples, his patience worn thin, looking at me as if I were a child throwing a tantrum."Over a cup of coffee? I told you, the heights are all in your head. You’re perfectly safe now. Stop making a scene alright? What's this nonsense about a divorce? I have more important things to deal with. Calm yourself down."I stared at his back as he left, tears already streaming down my face.Something important?Did he really think I couldn't hear his assistant, Sophia, murmuring in the background?Did he think I didn't know he took her to the last family gathering?I had loved Vincent for three years. Everyone knew he was the center of my world. They all thought an orphan like me could never leave him.But now, all the love I had was eclipsed by a profound, soul-crushing exhaustion. I was done.I picked up my phone and dialed a number I hadn't touched in three long years."Uncle, book me a flight to Seattle. I'm ready to leave Vincent.""