My Wife Became So Addicted To Night Fishing That I Divorced Her

My ever-faithful wife, Miranda Moon, had suddenly become obsessed with night fishing, returning home every morning with bags and buckets full of fish. In fact, she didn’t even have time to care for our daughter when she was sick and got hospitalized.

"The tide waits for no one, babe. Wait until I return with a full catch!"

Eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore. I immediately filed for divorce the day she learned to prepare a whole fish feast from a Michelin chef to celebrate our daughter’s recovery.

Both my friends and family accused me of being too dramatic. Miranda responded by taking off her apron and slamming it in my face furiously.

"You’ve already eaten the fish, but you dare to act like this?"

"If you and your daughter didn’t love fish so much, would I have to go fishing at night just to feed the mosquitoes?"

However, I just brushed off the apron, pointed at the expensive necklace around her neck and smiled faintly.

"Well, you love fishing and you enjoy feeding the mosquitoes. Don’t blame both me and Olive. After we get divorced, you’re free to fish however you want!"

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Miranda seemed to think of something. She raised her hand and casually scratched her necklace and then turned to coax our daughter.

"Olive, go get your mosquito repellent and apply it to Mom!"

My daughter got out of the room with her tiny legs. No longer putting on a facade, Miranda immediately threw a bowl of chowder directly in my face.

"Anthony, you’re fucking nuts! If it weren’t for our daughter being here, I would’ve thrown it harder just to wake you up!"

"So what if our daughter was in the hospital and I didn’t stay to watch her? Is that such a big deal? Is it worth using fish as a reason to divorce me?"

I wiped the chowder off my face. The fishy stench, mixed with the greasiness of the hot broth, stuck onto my skin like an indelible shame. Meanwhile, people were glaring at me. Yet, I didn’t give a fuck about it any longer.

Instead, I pulled the documents from my bag and slammed them on the table.

"I’ve prepared the divorce agreement. Sign it."

It was my mother who became the first to react. She bent down to pick up the agreement, taking a look at it. And then her face suddenly darkened.

"So you want Miranda to leave the house?!"

The moment Miranda heard this, she snatched the divorce agreement. After she read the terms, she suddenly looked up. Her eyes then widened with disbelief.

"Anthony, have you gone nuts?"

"What right do you have to steal my daughter from me and force me out of the house? Do you really think that just because I love you, I can tolerate all your shitty temper?"

"I’m not the nuts one, you’re the one who’s gone nuts."

I told her as I looked her straight in the eye.

"You’ve let both Olive and me down. What’s wrong with me reclaiming the property that rightfully belongs to me?"

Slap!

Without further ado, my mother’s hand landed hard against my cheek. The burning pain from the slap spread instantly to my ears. I turned my head and amid the buzzing in my ears, I could barely make out her furious voice.

"How could I have given birth to such an ungrateful son like you?! Miranda already works during the day to support you, then fishes and cooks for you at night. Where else can I find a wife like her?"

"I often go fishing with Miranda, sometimes all night. And your father never even complains. Miranda even praises you for being such a good husband, but now you’re trying to pull out shit like this!"

"Miranda just developed a hobby, that’s all. Plenty of people enjoy fishing! How is that an insult to you? And why on earth should she be kicked out?"

I slowly tilted my head back, while pressing the tip of my tongue against my numb cheek and then tasted the bitter tang of rust. From my peripheral vision, Miranda stood nearby, smirking slightly as if she were watching something that had nothing to do with her.

Everyone assumed that she was a truly wonderful woman and marrying her was the blessing I had earned over lifetimes.

Whenever there was even a slight conflict, Miranda wouldn’t utter a single word as my parents would jump in to teach me how to love my wife. She continued to coax me with soft words and expensive gifts, handed over for free, sparking envy from countless people who thought I had it all.