“Let’s get divorced.” My husband frowned at my sudden announcement. “Don’t speak nonsense, Louella. You’re not a child anymore.” I’m asking for a divorce because I’m not a child. Never once had we made love in the eight years we were married. So I concluded . . . My husband was either a eunuch or gay. *** On the day I notified my husband of my intentions to divorce, I returned to my eight-year-old self. I decided to remain friends with my enemy-like ex-husband. Somehow, I want to erase the dissatisfaction caused by my ex-husband. I wanted to choose another man and experience the passionate love I have been craving for. So this time, I will pick the right man to fill my emptiness. “Gerald. I’m going on a date.” “What?” “I think Carlo of the Dvore family is good. He’s tall, handsome, and nice.” “You’re saying weird things.” “What?” “Louella, if you’re trying to make me jealous, you should stop.” What on earth are you talking about? I’m being serious. “If you truly are serious about it, then I’ll get angry.” Can this crazy man read minds? What’s wrong with him?