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𝗦𝗔𝗬 𝗬𝗘𝗦 𝗜𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 Days of Our Lives #DOOL

Husband Demanded His Wife Sign Divorce Papers on the Hospital Bed—But He Didn’t Expect Who Would Be the One Abandoned…
The patient room on the 7th floor of a private hospital was unnervingly still. The heart monitor pulsed steadily, and sterile fluorescent lights cast a cold glow over Harley, who was just beginning to recover from thyroid surgery.
Still groggy from anesthesia, Harley slowly opened her eyes and saw her husband, Mark, standing at her bedside, holding a stack of documents.
“You’re up? Good. Sign this.”
His voice was flat, distant, and completely devoid of empathy.
Harley blinked, her mind foggy.
“What is that… what kind of document?”
Mark slid the papers toward her without hesitation.
“Divorce forms. I’ve filled everything out. You just need to sign.”
She froze. Her lips parted, but her throat was raw from the surgery. Words wouldn’t come. Her eyes filled with disbelief… and quiet heartbreak.
“Is this… some kind of sick joke?”
“I’m serious. I told you—I can’t keep living with someone weak and constantly ill. I’m tired of being the only one trying. I deserve to follow my real feelings.”
His tone was eerily calm—like he was canceling a subscription, not ending a ten-year marriage.
A faint, almost broken smile appeared on Harley’s face as silent tears rolled down her cheeks.
“So… you waited until I couldn’t move or speak… to make me sign this?”
Mark paused, then gave a slight nod.
“Don’t blame me. This was going to happen anyway. I’ve met someone. She’s done hiding.”
Harley’s throat ached from both the surgery and the betrayal. But she didn’t yell. She didn’t plead. She simply asked, softly:
“Where’s the pen?”
Mark looked at her, taken aback.
“You… you’re really going to sign?”
“You said it yourself—it was only a matter of time.”
He handed her the pen. Her hand shook as she reached for it, but she slowly signed her name.
“That’s it. I wish you peace.”
“Thank you. I’ll return the agreed assets. Goodbye.”
Mark turned and walked out. The door clicked shut—far too gently.
But not even three minutes passed before it opened again. A man walked in… Watch: [in comment]