My Wife Worked Overtime, I Asked Divorce — Novel

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In the throes of parenthood, Zayden feels the strain of a marriage unraveling at the seams. His wife, Amara, is consumed by the grind of work, sacrificing her health and their family life for late-night projects alongside her close friend. As the nights stretch longer and the days blur together, Zayden watches helplessly, feeling the distance grow between them. When a terrifying incident lands Amara in the hospital, Zayden’s fury boils over, leading him to a shocking ultimatum: divorce.

But as the dust settles, the shockwaves ripple through their families and friends, igniting a fierce battle of loyalties and judgments. Is Zayden really justified in his decision, or is he blind to the sacrifices Amara has made? With her tears and pleas echoing in the air, the stakes become personal. Can love survive the weight of misunderstanding, or has the chasm between them grown too wide to bridge?

Navigating the chaos of love, ambition, and family expectations, Zayden and Amara must confront the choices that have led them to this precipice. Will they find a way to heal, or will their differences tear them apart for good?

My Wife Worked Overtime, I Asked DivorceChapter 1

Since we had our son, my wife worked overtime almost every day and she didn’t help with the child or housework.

But she was focused on earning money for the family, so I didn’t say anything.

What puzzled me was that her overtime was always spent with her close friend in the office, often working until three or four in the morning.

At first, I didn’t mind, but later her friend even started working at our home and her friend’s husband came sometimes too.

The three of them would lock the door tightly and stay inside for a whole day and night. Sometimes the friend went downstairs to buy something and her husband continued working with my wife.

Seeing how hard they worked, I wanted to help. But my wife looked at me with disdain and said I was too low-level to understand high-tech work and would only be in the way, telling me to stay far away.

After that, I didn’t interfere.

One early morning, the day after the National Day holidays, I suddenly heard my wife scream from the study.

I quickly got up and knocked on the door for a long time.

I saw her close friend carrying my wife, who was covered in blood, rushing to the hospital.