It has been two years since that day, the day of my wedding, and I guess life has been pretty good. If being completely abandoned by the husband, while on the way to honeymoon, is considered good, then I am it. I stare at the tulips on my table, and a jewelry box holding a platinum necklace, with elegant earrings. A note with 'happy anniversary' etched in an elegant handwriting which I would recognise even with my eyes closed. "Alice Please throw...