Sherry frowned, clearly displeased and said, "Hector, can you stop being so petty and narrow-minded? He just came back to the country and doesn't have many friends. He's lonely. If I don't help him, who will?"
I laughed coldly at the shameless pair standing in front of me, "Oh, help? Help him in the bathroom, is that it? He's such a big man and he's lonely? What about Tania? She's just a little girl. Was she not lonely? Sherry, I want a divorce. Sign the divorce papers right now!"
In all these years of marriage, I had always treated Sherry like a treasure, never raising my voice, let alone mentioning divorce.
Seeing that I wasn't backing down, Sherry hesitated and tugged at my sleeve and said, "Is this really all about not spending Children's Day with Tania? Do you have to be this angry?"
I looked at her coldly. If looks could kill, she would have been torn to pieces a thousand times over.
I said angrily, "How do you still have the nerve to mention Tania? She was so little and she needed her mom and dad. And you? You left her behind to be with this big brute. Without you, would he have starved to death?"