I had given Jeremy a chance. Even if we split the assets equally, I was willing to let it go for the sake of our years together. But he had crossed the line.
He wanted the divorce, but also to keep every last bit of the assets.
“Jeremy, what are you doing?” I was about to leave when someone suddenly rushed in.
My mother-in-law came and grabbed my hand. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of this for you.”
She pulled me back to my seat. I would definitely get a divorce, but I had to consider my mother-in-law’s feelings. Her health wasn’t good.
I sat down again as she poured me a cup of tea. “Dear, don’t worry, I won’t let Jeremy divorce you.”
She looked at Jeremy and Irene. “What did I tell you both?”
“Jeremy, have you forgotten who cared for me during my three years of illness? It was Lily who looked after me nonstop. Have you forgotten all that?”
“The doctors all said it was all thanks to Lily’s excellent care that I recovered from my illness.”
I hadn’t cried when Jeremy chose Irene, but tears uncontrollably fell when my mother-in-law said this.
“Mum, how do we register the child?” Jeremy looked at his mom.
The child?
I frowned.