“Could it be that my daughter didn’t have time to sleep with you, so you’re angry?”
My usually sharp-tongued mother-in-law looked dark and pointed at me in shock.
“Heavens, how perverted can you be? Amara works overtime every day and is exhausted enough and you not only don’t care, you want a divorce? Are you even human?”
My mother-in-law called the neighbors and relatives and they all criticized me harshly.
After learning the situation, they glared at me one by one.
“Look at him! All he thinks about is sex. His wife overworks herself to the point of hospitalization and he doesn’t care at all.”
“Since she didn’t die in the hospital, he must be secretly happy!”
“I heard Amara even used her own money for the down payment on a house and now he’s asking for a divorce—what ingratitude!”
Sania said coldly, “If we had known you were this kind of man, we never would have agreed to Amara marrying you!”
Hearing this, Amara’s tears fell like pearls broken from a string.
“Zatde, even before having the child, I knew you had no money. Our family owed 140 thousand dollars on the mortgage.”