"On a rainy day, my husband took a detour to send his assistant home.
Regardless of the fact that I was six months pregnant, I filed for divorce as soon as I entered the house.
After hearing my words, my husband looked tired and said in disbelief:
"I just let you sit in the car for a little longer, right? "
Is that a while?
It was only ten minutes to get home, but I was forced to watch the two of them flirting with each other in the back seat for nearly two hours.
And because I took a sip of lemonade in the car, my husband said that I had made the car smell bad, and I had a cold war with my husband for three days.
But after the assistant said she felt uncomfortable in her stomach, he bought her hot drinks and roasted sweet potatoes in the rain!
Seeing that my expression didn't look fake, my husband glanced at my pregnant belly and said:
"Don't blame me for not reminding you, if you get divorced, life will definitely not be easy for you and the child in your belly! "
I smiled and said nothing.
I don't even want him anymore.
How could he keep his child? "
