“Honey, look — our son was only a few months old; how could you heartlessly leave the two of us?”
The baby in her arms saw me and cooed, smiling. He was very cute.
I sighed, “Let’s get a divorce.”
“You must have someone else. Honey, don’t stop me. I’ll beat this bastard to death!” Sania grabbed an ashtray and tried hard to rush over to smash it at me, but Louis held her back tightly.
Louis said, “Zayden, if our three of us working overtime made Amara have no time to take care of the baby, Sania and I won’t let Amara go to work anymore. As long as you can support the mother and child, that’s enough.”
“It’s better for you and Amara to live a good life together, right?”
The people around nodded with approval.
“This is what a real man should be like!”
“From now on, Amara should stay home to look after the baby and do the housework. Zayden, you should work harder and earn more money. Don’t get a divorce.”
“Before marriage you had no house; Amara paid the down payment and even helped you start a business. Where will you find such a good wife?”
Everyone tried to make peace.
I looked at Amara with a dark expression. “We really can’t go on. Please just let me go — let’s end it cleanly.”