I Ate the Assistant's Leftover Cake, My Wife Demands Divorce

Lucia Sanchez's assistant liked to play pranks. I was in the shower when I heard him shouting for help. My wife had fallen in the basement. I didn't even get my robe on before I ran down there, and found the door locked from the outside. That was how I ended up trapped for three days. No one came for me. By the time they let me out of the basement, I was starving. I saw a leftover cake sitting on the table and shoved a bite into my mouth without thinking. Lucia gave me an ice-cold look. "Let's get divorced." I lifted my swollen, red-rimmed eyes. "Just because I ate one bite of cake?" "Yes." Lucia forced me to sign the divorce papers right there in front of everyone. And she demanded that I walk away with nothing. Everyone was outraged on my behalf. "Lucia, it was your own assistant who played the prank." "Your husband was locked in the basement for three days. What's wrong with him eating one bite of cake?" Lucia's voice was cold. "If it isn't his, he has no right to touch it."