A man makes fun of his jobless spouse, only to discover one day that she has left. He finds a note in her search that says she plans to file for divorce. Can he prevent her from doing it and keep their union intact?
Harry was enthusiastic about his game app presentation on this sunny and chilly October morning. He had dedicated the last six months of his life to this project.
Harry came into the dining room at eight o’clock, absorbed in his phone and hardly paying attention to his wife, Sara, or their two sons, Cody and Sonny.
“Good morning, my love,” Sara said.
Each boy said, “Good morning, Daddy,” in unison.
Ignoring them, Harry hurried back to his room, grabbing a toast.
“Where’s my white shirt, Sara?” Harry’s voice echoed throughout the space.
“Good morning, my love,” Sara said.
Each boy said, “Good morning, Daddy,” in unison.
Ignoring them, Harry hurried back to his room, grabbing a toast.
“Where’s my white shirt, Sara?” Harry’s voice echoed throughout the space.
Up until today, I didn’t have enough white people for a full load. There are more white shirts on you!
“You’re giving me excuses, and today is a big day for me?” Harry shot back.
Harry, you’re overreacting. What counts is how you convey it. It is only a shirt. So please stop barking.
“Oh really? Am I barking? Would you like to proceed with this now?
Harry, what are you going to do? You’re creating a big deal out of a silly little thing. And while everyone’s attention was focused on your stupid presentation, no one would care what color shirt you were wearing.
A long presentation? Return soon. Did you just say that? Are you aware of how hard I’ve been working on that project day and night?
“Be mindful of what you say. The children…
Harry blinked, “You sit at home all day doing nothing.” Is it too difficult to recall only one basic item? You do nothing at home and just blah blah blah.
Harry, please stop. The children are observing. You’re frightening them.
“Oh really? Furthermore, no one notices you when you’re always chatting with your pals on your stupid phone. Sara, no one watches that, huh? If you can’t even give me a small favor, you’ll never make a nice wife!”
Harry grabbed his briefcase, got dressed up in an odd suit, and rushed out of the house.
Sara often called Harry to apologize after their disputes, so Harry expected one after he made a strong presentation and won the promotion. However, there were no calls this time.
He brought white roses home with him, thinking he would get her apologies nevertheless, only to discover the flat vacant. “I want a divorce,” was written in a note left by Sara on the table.
Harry called Zara, Sara’s sister, who told him Sara was in the hospital, looking confused and concerned. When Harry arrived at the hospital in a hurry, Zara was furious. You informed her that she wasn’t a good enough “wife”?
“Well, let’s discuss this later, okay?”
Harry ran to see the physician. “Doctor, how is my wife doing? Is she visible to me?
It was only a little assault. She’s not in any danger. However, she must now tend to her health. Just give it five minutes, please, as she needs to relax.
With trepidation, Harry entered the ward and approached Sara, attempting to smile.
“I apologize, honey. Please allow me to clarify. I—
“I want nothing to be said to me. I’m through. The only thing I want is a divorce.
“What-What? Why…You know you’re going too far, okay?
“I had goals and plans. “I ruined my life by choosing you over every opportunity,” the woman stated. “Harry, it’s too late to apologize.”
Please, honey. Together, we can solve this problem,” he begged.
“No, I’m done with this. I have to be honest with myself. To thee. additionally to the children. Despite being 32, I feel elderly. Harry, I absolutely detest you. You really are repulsive.
“Sara, what about the kids?”
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