"Sue is not in good health and needs my care. You are so strong and can handle everything by yourself."
"Kyrie Orton, let's get a divorce."
After waking up, I said this sentence lightly to the phone.
Kyrie and I were childhood sweethearts and grew up together.
We had known each other for fifteen years, and I had liked him for fifteen years. All the feelings in my youth were related to him.
He was phlegmatic so he rarely responded to my admiration.
Later, when my family went bankrupt and everyone advised him to stay away from me, he resisted all the pressure, married me, and even helped my family solve its debts.
At that moment, I naively thought that it was my love that moved him, and he would eventually become the Mr. Right that belonged to me alone.
Kyrie's company had a lot of affairs, and I couldn't get involved. After marriage, I tried not to cause him any trouble.
I was the one who took care of all the chores at home; when I had a cold or fever, I went to the hospital by myself; even when I got into a traffic accident and someone tried to extort money from me, I bought the insurance myself, called the police, and argued with that guy.