Since we had our son, my wife worked overtime almost every day and she didn’t help with the child or housework.
But she was focused on earning money for the family, so I didn’t say anything.
What puzzled me was that her overtime was always spent with her close friend in the office, often working until three or four in the morning.
At first, I didn’t mind, but later her friend even started working at our home and her friend’s husband came sometimes too.
The three of them would lock the door tightly and stay inside for a whole day and night. Sometimes the friend went downstairs to buy something and her husband continued working with my wife.
Seeing how hard they worked, I wanted to help. But my wife looked at me with disdain and said I was too low-level to understand high-tech work and would only be in the way, telling me to stay far away.
After that, I didn’t interfere.
One early morning, the day after the National Day holidays, I suddenly heard my wife scream from the study.
I quickly got up and knocked on the door for a long time.
I saw her close friend carrying my wife, who was covered in blood, rushing to the hospital.
The diagnosis said my wife had worked too hard and exhausted herself to the point of bleeding.
I was furious and asked her for a divorce.
Lying on the hospital bed, my wife looked pale and, after a while, said in shock, “I worked so hard that I started bleeding. You didn’t even care… and now you want a divorce?”
I nodded, “Yes.”
My wife’s eyes immediately filled with tears. “I gave birth to our child, worked late every night and because I didn’t have time to take care of the child, you want to divorce me?”
I stayed silent, insisting on the divorce.
When my mother-in-law heard, she rushed over and slapped me on the spot.
“My daughter has treated you so well! Back then, you didn’t even have a house—it was our family who paid the down payment. She worked herself to exhaustion to pay the mortgage and now she’s in the hospital from overwork!”
“You ungrateful man! Do you have someone else and now you’re using this as an excuse to divorce?”
My wife’s eyes turned red, mist forming as she looked at me. “You want a divorce just because I work overtime every day to earn money—is that fair to me?”
I smiled slightly. “After the divorce, you can work overtime even more freely. I’ll be waiting for you at the City Hall tomorrow morning.”
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After my wife gave birth to our son and finished her confinement period, she started going out with her close friend to work overtime—and it was every day, often all night. Yet every day after overtime, her face still looked healthy and rosy.
During this recent double holiday, she overworked herself and ended up with severe bleeding, landing in the hospital.
I couldn’t take it anymore, so today I asked Amara for a divorce.
Seeing me about to leave, Sania grabbed me. “Zayden, are you out of your mind? Amara works overtime with me to support your family and she hasn’t done anything wrong. Are you really angry just because no one is taking care of the child or doing housework?”
I pushed her away and said coldly, “You know the real reason yourselves!”
Sania’s husband put his arm around my neck mockingly and said, “Bro, don’t be ungrateful for your blessings. A worthless piece of trash like you will starve on the roadside once you leave your wife!”
“It’s none of your business.” I shook his hand off.
“Could it be that my daughter didn’t have time to sleep with you, so you’re angry?”
My usually sharp-tongued mother-in-law looked dark and pointed at me in shock.
“Heavens, how perverted can you be? Amara works overtime every day and is exhausted enough and you not only don’t care, you want a divorce? Are you even human?”
My mother-in-law called the neighbors and relatives and they all criticized me harshly.
After learning the situation, they glared at me one by one.
“Look at him! All he thinks about is sex. His wife overworks herself to the point of hospitalization and he doesn’t care at all.”
“Since she didn’t die in the hospital, he must be secretly happy!”
