“Jason is doing this for you and your child. He could’ve just relaxed at home after work, but instead he chose to deliver food. And you want a divorce? Do you even have a conscience?”
I laughed coldly. “I don’t have a conscience? Ha.”
Pointing at Jason, I said icily:
“If you don’t want your secret exposed, then you’d better come with me to the County Clerk’s Office and file for divorce!”
My words stunned everyone in his family. They had no idea what I was talking about.
Jason and I had been married for years. Our child was already grown. We had always appeared respectful and harmonious. Jason worked tirelessly, taking extra delivery shifts to cover the tutoring fees, sometimes coming home at dawn. Neighbors who saw his exhausted figure were touched to tears.
Everyone praised Jason as a good man, a model husband.
So even the neighbors watching didn’t understand why I insisted on divorce.
“Rachel, stop it. You’ve been married for years. Why divorce now?”
“Even if I neglected you because of food delivery, that’s no reason for divorce.”
“At worst, I’ll cut down on a few deliveries and come home earlier. You won’t have to sit alone every night. Isn’t that enough? Please, don’t divorce me!”