He Risked His Life for His First Love, So I Handed Him Divorce Papers

When I was choosing a husband, my criteria were simple. Aside from being decent and gentle, there were two non-negotiable rules: he couldn't smoke, and he couldn't drink.

So, I married Ethan Miller, a guy I met on a blind date who claimed to be severely allergic to alcohol.

We had been married for three years. While we were trying for a baby, I accompanied him to his high school reunion.

At the dinner table, everyone was rowdy, pressuring Chloe Carter, the former high school prom queen, to drink.

Only Ethan and I sat quietly, keeping out of the drama.