“We’re getting divorced! I can’t do this anymore!”
“Bet we won’t get divorced?” my almost-ex-husband says to me slyly.
“Why would we?” I look at him angrily, trying to understand what he has in mind.
“Let’s make a bet: if you live with me for a month, you won’t want to leave me.”
“And why should I agree?”
“If you win, the apartment is yours,” he counters with a winning card.
“And if I lose?”
The husband smiles mysteriously, spreading his hands wide:
“Bet?”