My Husband Delivered Food, I Delivered Divorce

“Don’t hit my wife. If you hurt her, I’ll be heartbroken. She’s the only woman I’ll ever love. Even if you’re my neighbor, even if you have a crush on me, I’ll never betray her. I’ll only love Rachel Evans for my whole life.”

His righteous declaration instantly brought the college girl to tears. The neighbors, even Margaret, widened their eyes in shock.

“So this pretty college student once confessed to Jason but was rejected? Really?”

Jason then turned to me:

“Rachel, don’t slander me and Emily. There’s nothing between us. If you’re trying to use this as an excuse to force a divorce, forget it.”

“I can tell you this: even if Emily stripped naked in front of me, I’d feel nothing. I’m only devoted to you.”

His words sickened me. Suddenly, I kicked him hard between the legs. Jason doubled over in pain.

“Rachel, why… why would you do this to me?”

“My God, this woman is insane! She’s ruining her own husband!”

“Jason, are you okay? Jason!!” Emily rushed to comfort him, but even in pain, Jason pushed her away.

“Don’t touch me. My wife will misunderstand.”

“I’m begging her not to divorce me. If you interfere, I’ll never be able to explain. If she leaves me, I’ll hate you forever!!”

The crowd of onlookers and his family couldn’t take it anymore.

“That’s enough, Rachel Evans, just look at yourself!” Margaret scolded bitterly.

“There’s a pure, decent young woman right here who’d marry my son, but he still chooses you. Why on earth do you want a divorce? Are you crazy?”

I stayed silent.

Just then, Jason fainted from the pain of my kick.

“Call 911! She hit him in his most vulnerable spot—he might be ruined for life!”

“That’s deadly! I once got hit there with a soccer ball and was out for a week. That kick could kill a man.”

Margaret and Emily hurried to help Jason onto a stretcher, glaring at me furiously.

“If my son ends up with any permanent damage, I’ll never forgive you!”

“Forgive me or not, I don’t care. As long as he signs the divorce papers.”

I never wavered.

Even with Jason unconscious, his family wanted to tear me apart. But I didn’t care.

Fortunately, he woke up the next day, safe though still weak.

The moment his eyes opened, he grabbed my hand.

“Rachel, don’t leave me. You’re my wife, the only woman I’ve ever loved. I can’t live without you. Don’t divorce me, please.”

“I’ll work hard, make money with food delivery, rise above. If you don’t want me out all night, I’ll cut back and come home earlier, okay?”

Emily and Margaret were nearly moved to tears, exasperated with me.

“Even after you nearly destroyed him, Jason still clings to you, refusing to divorce. Do you really have no heart?”

I laughed softly.

“Oh? Is that why, when he fainted, he leaned toward you? And you reached into his pockets so naturally? Looks like you’ve done that before, haven’t you?”