“After the child was born, you earned even less. When the child got sick, there was no money to treat him. And yet you act like you’re something special, still stopping me from working overtime to earn money?”
“Do you even know how hard it is to work twenty hours a day?”
“Sania is my best friend. Thanks to her, I had the chance to work and earn money. Otherwise, you and the child would have starved long ago!”
The others were all furious.
“Zayden, you’re completely unfit as a husband. Luckily, my husband treats me well. After I had the child, he wouldn’t let me work at all.”
I smiled coldly. “You bystanders don’t understand the full story and yet you’re all here blaming me?”
“Amara, come to the City Hall tomorrow. I’ll be waiting for you.”
As I turned to leave, Sania grabbed me. “You bastard! You want a divorce over something so small? Screw you!”
She threw a punch at the back of my head.
Completely unprepared, I was hit hard, stars spinning before my eyes and I fell to the ground.
Louis, Sania’s husband, rushed forward and kicked me several times.
“No!” Amara quickly jumped off the bed, pushed them away and, worried, wiped me with a tissue.