I instinctively told the delivery guy, as Michael seemed to have never liked me as a mother.
He always rejected anything I gave him.
As the delivery guy walked away, I finally turned on my phone, which I hadn't used in two days.
There was nothing on it, not a single message.
I called Irvin.
"I agree to the divorce you mentioned last time."
He didn't speak for a long time, and I only heard heavy breathing.
Besides that, there was also a woman's giggling.
I waited for a while, but he didn't express his opinion, so I took it as his consent and hung up the phone.
I used to scoff at the idea of the seven-year itch, thinking that Irvin and I would surely be loving for a lifetime.
But I never thought that in the end, I would lose.
After the follow-up treatment after leaving the hospital, I went home with a weary body.
But I found that Irvin, who hadn't set foot in the house for half a month, was sitting on the sofa waiting for me.
"Why did you just come back?"
Irvin frowned, not seeing my busy figure as soon as I came back as usual, and he seemed a little unhappy.
Seeing my pale and sickly complexion and wrinkled clothes, he subconsciously frowned and told me to take a shower first.