Summary
When I brought up divorce, my wife was washing the dishes.
She paused for a moment, then nodded lightly. “Alright.”
This was the fifth time I had asked her for a divorce. The previous four times, she was shocked, angry, hurt, even begged me, which made me unbearably annoyed.
But this time, she agreed.
She agreed so casually, so indifferently, as if it were just a trivial matter.
I looked at her slender figure standing by the sink.
Amid my excitement, a strange feeling rose in my heart…