Harry remained silent. He seemed confused. So I decided to speak. "Since this has been given to me, Lyka, Harry, please leave," I said calmly, without needing to shout or act aggressively. Just speaking like this was enough to make their faces turn pale.
"And you, if you want to have a child soon, then go live with Lyka. But not with me. I'm not like I used to be, I don't like sharing, prepare for separation. We're getting divorced." Finally, those words came out of my mouth.
"Del, this house is indeed for you, but what do you mean by also kicking me out and asking for a separation? I admit I was wrong, I made a mistake, please give me a chance," said Harry, reaching for my hand and holding it tightly. He knelt before me, lamenting sorrowfully.
"Harry, what are you doing? This house is
