"Raymond, I want to eat noodles."
Wanda Smith returned home in the early morning, and there was no hot meal on the table as usual.
She frowned subconsciously, gave me instructions, then turned and walked into the bathroom.
When she walked out with steam, I was still staring at the TV screen carelessly.
She rolled her eyes and took out a designer coat from her suitcase: "Country bumpkin, try it on to see if it fits."
It was a black trendy jacket, obviously a style that young boys would like.
In the past, if she made me angry, she would cook for me, give me a gentle massage, and praise me for being the best husband in the world.
Now, I can only rely on these boring gifts to get by.
I was too lazy to watch it any longer, so I changed the channel and asked her in a hoarse voice:
" When will Wanda Smith be free to get a divorce?"
Wanda Smith is always so busy, so busy that she even needs her male secretary to choose the gift for her wedding anniversary.
I always need to cooperate with her arrangements when it comes to working hours.
"Stop it, Lucas was just careless for a moment and forgot that your arm was injured. It won't happen again next time."
She poured herself a small glass of red wine, sat on the single sofa opposite, and crossed her white and slender legs.
Lucas is Wanda Smith's childhood sweetheart and has admired her since childhood. After graduating from a prestigious university, he couldn't wait to become her personal male secretary.
They always go out together, even staying in the same suite when they travel on business.
Actually, I don't blame Lucas for being so persistent with Wanda Smith.
Flies don't bite seamless eggs.
If she knows the limits of being a wife and says no, no man can get close to her.
I yawned exaggeratedly, and tears welled up at the corners of my eyes unconsciously.
Seeing that I didn't respond for a long time, Wanda Smith thought the matter was over.
She asked her seven-year-old son about his recent exam ranking.
I smiled bitterly and shook my head: "I don't know."
I didn't mean to piss her off by not telling her.
I really don't know.
Wanda Smith was born into a noble family and her family pursued elite education. Our son was raised in the old house since he was a child and had various courses arranged every day.
It’s funny, I am the father of the child, but I can only see him very rarely.
For this reason, I have argued countless times, but the powerful Smith family is completely indifferent. In their view, I, who came from an ordinary family, was able to marry Wanda Smith, which was a blessing from my ancestors.
As for the rest, it is pure delusion.
Wanda Smith rubbed her temples and sternly told me to focus more on my children:
"If you keep going like this, Lucas will be more of a father to his son than you are."
I understand what she means.
Yesterday, Friday, was the only day I was allowed to pick up my son from school.
I arrived an hour early, but waited until dark and until the school gate closed.
Lucas called me and told me that Mrs. Smith asked him to pick up the children and bring them back to the old house for dinner.
I heard Wanda Smith's voice through the phone.
She was smiling and asking Lucas in a gentle tone if he wanted some soup.
Thinking back, I said to Wand a Smith with a fake smile : " That 's exactly what you want. I'll leave right away so that Lucas and you can live together."
I don’t know which word hurt Wanda Smith. She flew into a rage and pointed at my head and yelled:
"Raymond, you are a grown man, but you can't make money and you can't educate your children well.
From the time we got married until now, I have been the one trying to tolerate your ridiculous male ego.
"You're going to try to get ahead of me again? To be honest, I'd rather have a dog than you."
After the woman vented her emotions, she stood up and wanted to go back to the bedroom. At this time, I said indifferently:
"Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you that I already know about your miscarriage."
