"Jeremiah, don't blame your wife. It's all my fault. If she says I set fire, just admit it, don't argue with her. Pregnant women shouldn't have too much emotional fluctuations."
He sighed deeply and said disappointedly, "You are just too kind, Yvonne. That's why she always bullies you. We knew each other first, so who is she? What right does she have to attack you?"
"Don't worry, I have to make her remember everything I say this time."
Just when the two of them were getting bored, I said lightly, "Well, let's get a divorce. I agree. I'll send the agreement to you right away and remember to sign it."
Jeremiah did not expect that I would take the initiative to file for divorce.
He was stunned for a moment, then angry. Just as his anger was about to explode, I suddenly hung up the phone.
Before I could block his number, I was bombarded with text messages.
[Where are you? Zenith, are you crazy today? I didn't bother to tell you before because I thought you were pregnant, but you're still pushing it further?]
[Do you really think I don't dare to divorce you just because you're pregnant? I'm afraid that on the day you give birth, no one will sign and you'll have to crawl off the bed and kneel down to beg me!]
[Also, take down the news online immediately! Don't force me to expose your true face in public!]
I did not continue reading, I deleted all the messages and blocked his number.
Even if I had experienced bloody lessons in my previous life, being betrayed by him again, my heart still hurt.
After that, a few nurses came in to change my dressing. They did not pay attention to my expression and chatted to themselves.
"The man downstairs is so handsome. This is the first time I've seen a couple so well matched! I heard they were childhood sweethearts, a campus romance. I'm so envious."
"Your news is too outdated. The latest news is that in order to let his beloved wife eat the porridge he cooked himself, Mr. Carson spent a lot of money to book a window in the canteen, just to cook for his beloved wife every day!"
"Just now I went to give her medicine, but Mr. Carson wouldn't let me touch her. He insisted on doing it himself. What a great couple!"
I stared numbly at the needle hole on the back of my hand.
The hand, which had shed a layer of skin, felt both painful and itchy at this moment.