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.