After getting home, I texted him to come back.
He immediately called back.
I hung up, and he called again, I hung up once more.
Ten minutes later, I heard the sound of the door opening.
"What's wrong, honey? Is it urgent?" His face was pale as he looked around nervously, rushing over to hug me without even taking off his shoes.
Remembering how he had just been flirting with another woman, I picked up the trash can and vomited into it.
The physical and mental torment of the day overwhelmed me, and I couldn't hold back my wails.
His face changed drastically, and he panicked, picking me up: "Carol, what's wrong? Let's go to the hospital!"
"Slap——"
I slapped him with all my might.
"We're getting a divorce!"
The words had left my mouth before I realized.
We never got a marriage cert
