When Love Turns to Ashes

My husband thought I would always stay put, waiting for him to change his mind. I signed the divorce papers, sold all my shares, and flew to an unfamiliar small town all by myself. By the time he tracked me down in a frenzied state, I was reclining on a beach lounge chair, with chemotherapy drugs and a handwritten suicide note resting beside me: "Julian, I never wish to meet you in my next life."