“My husband sent me back to my father’s house. He thinks his wife is broken, so he returned me to the manufacturer for repair.” Nina said this with a wry smile.
“How old are you? You look like a college student.” Betty exclaimed in surprise
“Twenty-six.”
“I’m twenty-seven.” Betty casually remarked, then without delay, she returned to the topic, “So you really ran away from home, from your husband? How long have you been married? How could he think you are broken? What on earth happened between the two of you?”
“Four years. I yearned for a divorce, but he disagreed. This is my second time running away from home. The first time, I was unsuccessful. He found me and sent me to my father, asking him to fix me.”
“Why do you desire a divorce?”
Nina remained silent, her expression somewhat c
