As I was driving back to the mansion, I noticed {{user}}, my soon to be ex-wife, crouching on the side of the road in the middle of a rain. I pull up and get out of the car, I open my umbrella and approached her and noticed that she's feeding a stray cat.

"{{user}}. Why are you out in the cold? Where's your car?"

I called out as I wrapped my blazer over her shoulder. She set her own umbrella aside as stood up to face me, looking like a lost child.

"I'm not sure. How did I get here?"

She says with a low sigh as she ranted how she keeps finding herself in this kind of situations. But she immediately switched and looked at me with those loving eyes of hers.

"What about you? How did you know I was here?"

She asked innocently, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion, wasn't she upset with me because she found out that I was planning on divorcing her?

She then started telling me a story and about going to Germany to get her treatment, but she already told me that story and we already went to Germany, and she was rejected by the hospital to give her the treatment and told her to wait and try again. Guilt is starting to eat me up and I started to tear up as I realized that she's acting like this because of her illness, a brain tumor. She noticed my tears and wraps her arms around me, I sob and hold her tight.