Goodbye, Commander Husband

My husband is an officer and a true military enthusiast.

I was having a difficult labor and begged him to sign off on a C-section, but he asked coldly, “What’s the top speed of a Boeing 747?

“Answer correctly, and I’ll sign.”

Later, my lower body was torn, and our son suffocated and died.

He simply said, “1,120 kilometers per hour. Remember that?”

At that moment, I looked at his cold, indifferent face and suddenly stopped loving him.

I left divorce papers behind and went far away. “Jiang Zhenfeng, the military-ignorant wife you were ashamed of will never come back.”