---- Yoel had been haunting Alice's doorstep post- breakup, desperate for a glimpse of her. She wanted nothing to do with him. He lost it, kicking her door down in a late-night frenzy, driving the neighbors to call the cops over the break-in and racket. When the cops showed up, Yoel stood tall, all arrogant, claiming ownership of the house. Trespassing? Not in his book. Noise complaints? His shameless grin said it all. The neighbors retreated, defeated. The next morning, Alice stepped out to a doorstep defiled by dog urine-a neighbor's silent protest. She could not take it anymore and left that night. "Alice, I feel nothing for you now. You make my skin crawl. As for you and Yoel, you could be together right in front of me, and I wouldn't bat an eye. All I want is a divorce." ---- Alice looked at me with eyes brimming with hurt, her voice barely above a whisper as she pleaded, "I can't face a divorce, love. What do I have to do for you to forgive me? Would it help if I apologized?" Amid the police officer's surprised gaze, Alice mustered the strength to rise from her hospital bed. She bent down before me and, with a swift motion, slapped her own cheek. The force of it painted her soft face a shade of red, and a small trickle of blood formed at the corner of her mouth. "Please, I'm begging you. I'm nothing without you." Her pleas echoed in the silence of the hospital room, sounding all the more heart-wrenching. Nurses walking by in the corridor paused to witness the scene, struck by the raw emotion on display. I watched her, unmoved by her display of crocodile tears. Iremembered the night I found out about her and ---- Yoel, how I had pleaded with her just the same. Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!