As the saying goes, the less capable a man is, the more he cares about dignity. I sneered, "Yes, you do have a job. You work as a security guard, skip work six times a month, sleep eleven times, and after deducting fines, you barely earn over four hundred, not even enough to buy a drink."
I left him speechless with my words.
Until I was reborn, I didn't realize that for so many years, he was just an ordinary-looking freeloader by my side.
He ate my food, used my things, he was lazy, cunning, greedy, and lustful. His sweet lies were like apples from Snow White's stepmother.
He always dreamed of getting rich overnight, saying that when he became rich, he would give me a luxury house and a luxury car to enjoy life.
But three days ago, he really won the lottery. 100 million dollars, money that can't be spent in a lifetime. In order to prevent me from getting a penny, he chose to divorce me before claiming the prize.
All he gave me was a slap: "Divorce! We must divorce! You've gone too far!"
"Enough!" I shouted.
The notary spoke up, obviously not wanting to see this farce continue.
"Since you've made up your mind, then sign it..."
"Wait!" I stood up and interrupted him.