I returned to the hospital where Amara had stayed before. There were things I needed to confirm. By chance, I ran into an old classmate. With her help, the truth could soon come to light.
[Honey, what did I do wrong? Why do you insist on divorcing me? Are you still angry?]
[My son and I can’t live without you. We’ll be waiting for you at home.]
After leaving the hospital, I found a small inn and had just checked in when Amara sent me that message.
I sneered, blocking all her contacts one by one, then started drafting the divorce agreement.
The next day, I mailed the divorce papers to Amara.
But she didn’t even look at them — she tore them up right away.
Sania was furious and posted the whole story online.
Soon, the internet exploded with anger and I was trending on the hot search list.
“Damn it! She’s such a good wife. She didn’t mind that he was poor, even paid for the house and her father-in-law’s surgery — and he still doesn’t appreciate her?”
“She worked overtime so hard and just didn’t have time to sleep with him and that’s why he wants a divorce?”
“I bet he’s cheating. He just made up an excuse to dump her.”