“You're such an ungrateful son-in-law — I’ll kill you!” My father-in-law grabbed a shovel and smashed it down on my knee.
“Kill him!”
“That’s what that bastard deserves!” People cheered.
“Zayden, are you okay?”
Amara pushed the crowd aside, worried, helped me up and checked the wound on my leg.
“She was such a good wife and he didn’t know how to cherish her,” someone sighed.
I looked disgusted and pushed Amara away. “Stop pretending!”
Amara looked aggrieved. “Honey, please, I really don’t want a divorce. Our son can’t grow up without his father.”
“I don’t care. We must get divorced.” I turned and walked away.
“You really mean it? Then I’ll act as if I never had a son like you!” My mother stomped her feet in anger.
My heart ached.
I had always been a filial son, but this time, I couldn’t give in. I had to get divorced — I couldn’t live like this another day.
“Amara, I’ll have someone send you the divorce papers.”
Without looking back, I walked away quickly.
Behind me came Amara’s heart-wrenching cries, the kind that could break anyone’s heart.