My Wife Worked Overtime, I Asked Divorce

“As a mom myself, I totally understand her. Taking care of a child while working overtime is really hard!”

“Marrying a man like him is a huge mistake!”

Soon, I was attacked all over the internet.

My personal information was made public and someone even threw filth on my parents’ front door.

They were so scared that they had to hide in our old house in the countryside.

Those people even went to my boss and said they would make trouble until the company fired me—so that I’d end up with nothing.

My boss looked furious. Because of all the hard work I’d done for the company, he gave me one last warning.

“You have three days to fix this. If not, pack up and leave.”

I looked pained and kept nodding. “Don’t worry, sir. I’ll find a way to fix it.”

I couldn’t afford to delay any longer — otherwise, I’d really be done for.

I was too scared to go outside, so I quickly called the director from the hospital, Elara Linwood and asked her to send me the evidence.

“Zayden, here’s all the evidence you wanted. I even asked a friend to help collect it,” she said. “To be honest, what your wife did was way too much!”

Elara handed me all the documents and videos, her pretty face flushed with anger.

I sincerely thanked her. “Thank you so much.”

She waved it off. “Don’t mention it. If you hadn’t saved me back then in the alley behind the school, I would’ve been assaulted by those thugs. You even got stabbed protecting me.”

Elara gave me a playful wink before leaving.

I looked through the files and videos and my face darkened instantly. A surge of anger rose in my chest, like a volcano ready to erupt.

Just as I suspected — Amara had really betrayed me.

When the truth finally came out, it would shock everyone.

She thought that by tearing up the divorce papers, I wouldn’t be able to do anything. But in fact, I had already filed for divorce in court.

During the days leading up to the trial, I kept getting attacked by people online.

My phone was flooded with hateful messages and my boss even suspended me from work.

If I lost the case, I’d definitely be fired — and wouldn’t even get any severance pay.

My parents and relatives were all complaining about me.

I was about to lose everything—my reputation ruined, my life in shambles, left to wander the streets for the rest of my days.

Finally, the court date arrived.