"Jeremiah, don't blame your wife. It's all my fault. If she says I set fire, just admit it, don't argue with her. Pregnant women shouldn't have too much emotional fluctuations."
He sighed deeply and said disappointedly, "You are just too kind, Yvonne. That's why she always bullies you. We knew each other first, so who is she? What right does she have to attack you?"
"Don't worry, I have to make her remember everything I say this time."
Just when the two of them were getting bored, I said lightly, "Well, let's get a divorce. I agree. I'll send the agreement to you right away and remember to sign it."
Jeremiah did not expect that I would take the initiative to file for divorce.
He was stunned for a moment, then angry. Just as his anger was about to explode, I suddenly hung up the phone.
Before I could block his number, I was bombarded with text messages.
[Where are you? Zenith, are you crazy today? I didn't bother to tell you before because I thought you were pregnant, but you're still pushing it further?]