Divorce My Wife Who Doesn't Love Me

I took a deep breath, holding back the urge to lash out as I knew this woman could lose her sense once slighted, which could prevent her father from seeing her one last time. I gave her a deep look, knelt before her and said, "Emma, we've been married for years. You know how proud I am. Today, I kneel to prove I'm not lying. Come with me."

Seeing my gesture, Emma calmed down significantly and stood up. However, Dave interjected, "James, can't you come up with a better lie? Her father called her an hour ago asking what she wanted for dinner, how can he be dying?"

"People got drunk at the market and attacked, he defended them and got stabbed. It's only my acupuncture that's keeping him alive!" I explained.

I looked at her and said, "Emma, if you leave with me now, I'm even willing to divorce you so you can be with Dave openly. Isn't that enough?"

"What are you talking about? When did I say I wanted a divorce? I've told you many times, Dave and I are just old friends. It's not what you think," Emma replied, her panic intensifying.

"Just come with me now, no matter what you say, I'll agree," I pressed.

"Emma, you should go with him. He's even threatening you with divorce. I don't want to be the one breaking up your marriage, even though I always felt he didn't deserve you," Dave suddenly suggested.

Just as Emma was about to leave with me, she sat back down and coldly told me, "James, you should know I hate threats the most. Get out!"

"Why don't you just call the hospital? Then everything would be clear." I was nearly out of patience with their absurdity.

"Everyone knows you're the darling of your hospital, even the director asks his daughter to apprentice under you, probably wanting to marry her to you."

"I bet you've already arranged everything with the hospital. If you call, they'll definitely back you up," Dave sneered.

Hearing this, Emma became even more furious, pointing at me, "No wonder you mentioned divorce. So you want to become the director's son-in-law? Wow, James, you're really something. I've totally seen through you now!"

Crazy?

I didn't know what to say anymore. I could only stand up and say, "Emma, I won't say much more. If you don't want to regret it, just come with me."

With that, I turned to a friend at the door, "From now on, these two are not allowed in this store. Kick them out."

Then I went downstairs.

What followed was chaos, but my friend supported me, calling security to escort them out.

I waited downstairs for the disheveled Emma, coldly saying, "Get in the car. We're going to the hospital!"

Emma approached me in two steps and slapped my face, "James, you're really something, kicking me out?"

"Your dad is dying. Can't you think straight?" I shouted.

At that moment, Dave suddenly cried out behind me and collapsed.

He then screamed loudly, clutching his chest, claiming his heart was acting up.

Seeing this, Emma quickly went to help him, "Are you alright, Dave? Let's go to the hospital."

"We can't go to James's hospital. I'm afraid he'll kill me."

The grown man was pitifully wiping tears.

"Alright, alright, we'll do as you say."

Emma glared at me, then helped Dave into the car.