Unlike usual, I didn't respond. Instead, I threw the divorce agreement on the table.
I had planned to divorce him in my previous life.
But before I had the chance to bring it up, I was killed by his mother and Luca.
He glanced at the table and looked annoyed.
"Enough, Zofia, every wife does laundry, cooks, takes care of children, and looks after the elderly, right?"
"You're fed and clothed, be content, okay? Don't make a fuss."
"Look, I just got back, and you're so eager to rub it in my face?"
I was in a hurry.
Of course, I was in a hurry.
The 980,000 he borrowed for his start-up was all taken by his mother.
If I didn't leave then, did I have to stay and share his debt?
Aarav could say whatever he wanted.
I only have one sentence as a response. "I don't want to live this way, I want a divorce."
He lost his patience when he saw that I wasn't budging.
"You can divorce, but you can't take Luca with you."
I almost laughed out loud.
I wouldn't take him even if he begged me.
"He's an adult, he doesn't need my support anymore. Besides, I can't afford it. I've decided, I'm leaving empty-handed."
"Whether you're poor or rich in the future, it has nothing to do with me."