“You heartless bastard! After work, you either go out drinking or lie at home playing games. You buy cigarettes that cost four or five a pack, expensive wine worth hundreds of dollars just to ‘try,’ and you spent over ten thousand on a motorcycle just to ride it on weekends.”
“And who saved that 40 thousand dollars that Zerra asked you to withdraw today? It’s the money Zerra saved bit by bit over the years. You say she doesn’t earn money? How can you even say that with a straight face? You earn one and spend two. You’ve already wasted all of Zerra’s dowry and everything she had saved before. Mike, tell me—are you even human?”
“I’m not afraid to tell you the truth — Zerra has been putting up with not divorcing you because of me. You ask for a divorce, who do you think you are?”
Stella understood me. Her words hit deep inside me and I couldn’t stop crying.
Losing my parents when I was young made me value family more than most people. I didn’t want my child to grow up in a single-parent home and I couldn’t bear to leave Stella behind, so I kept enduring.
In fact, my marriage to Mike had been dead for a long time. He only stayed to make the family look whole and to give the child a father.