Just then, my mother arrived after being notified. She spoke earnestly, “Zayden, Amara has done so much for this family. We were dirt poor and when your father broke his leg and was hospitalized, it was Amara who paid his medical bills.”
“She’s been so good to our family. If you dare to divorce her, I’ll disown you as my son!”
“Mom, don’t be fooled by her.”
I gave my mom a small smile, then turned to Amara. “Then tell me, why have you been working overtime for more than half a year without earning a single cent—and instead spent tens of thousands?”
At my words, a flicker of panic flashed in Amara’s eyes, but it quickly disappeared.
“I already told you, didn’t I? The project is still in the early stages. Once the product starts selling well, Sania will definitely pay me my salary.”
“If you don’t like me working overtime, then I’ll just stay home and take care of you and the child from now on.”
My mother looked relieved and continued to persuade me. “Amara is so understanding. Where could you ever find such a good wife?”
I shook my head. “Mom, stay out of it. No matter what, I’m getting a divorce.”
“Bastard!” My mother slapped me hard. Half my face was red and swollen from the pain.