I smiled slightly. “After the divorce, you can work overtime even more freely. I’ll be waiting for you at the City Hall tomorrow morning.”
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After my wife gave birth to our son and finished her confinement period, she started going out with her close friend to work overtime—and it was every day, often all night. Yet every day after overtime, her face still looked healthy and rosy.
During this recent double holiday, she overworked herself and ended up with severe bleeding, landing in the hospital.
I couldn’t take it anymore, so today I asked Amara for a divorce.
Seeing me about to leave, Sania grabbed me. “Zayden, are you out of your mind? Amara works overtime with me to support your family and she hasn’t done anything wrong. Are you really angry just because no one is taking care of the child or doing housework?”
I pushed her away and said coldly, “You know the real reason yourselves!”
Sania’s husband put his arm around my neck mockingly and said, “Bro, don’t be ungrateful for your blessings. A worthless piece of trash like you will starve on the roadside once you leave your wife!”
“It’s none of your business.” I shook his hand off.
“Could it be that my daughter didn’t have time to sleep with you, so you’re angry?”
My usually sharp-tongued mother-in-law looked dark and pointed at me in shock.
“Heavens, how perverted can you be? Amara works overtime every day and is exhausted enough and you not only don’t care, you want a divorce? Are you even human?”
My mother-in-law called the neighbors and relatives and they all criticized me harshly.
After learning the situation, they glared at me one by one.
“Look at him! All he thinks about is sex. His wife overworks herself to the point of hospitalization and he doesn’t care at all.”
“Since she didn’t die in the hospital, he must be secretly happy!”
“I heard Amara even used her own money for the down payment on a house and now he’s asking for a divorce—what ingratitude!”
Sania said coldly, “If we had known you were this kind of man, we never would have agreed to Amara marrying you!”
Hearing this, Amara’s tears fell like pearls broken from a string.
“Zatde, even before having the child, I knew you had no money. Our family owed 140 thousand dollars on the mortgage.”