---- Chapter 3 I mentioned the divorce in a casual fashion, then grabbed my handbag and stepped out of the house. I did not immediately leave after shutting the door. Soon, I heard Patricia yelling inside the house. "Adrian, your wife wants to quit her job! Yes! I heard her say that on the phone! And she wants a divorce!" I did not want to listen anymore. The world suddenly became a joke in my eyes. When Adrian came back from work, he had a sour expression. By the looks of it, he was going to settle accounts with me. "What did you tell my mom?" "T said that I'm going to move out and empty up the place for her. Weren't you really eager for her to move back in?" ---- Adrian was rendered speechless and found himself unable to continue the conversation. After taking a moment to compose himself, he said, "Linda, I know that you're in a bad mood because you're sick, but you have to understand that we're not the ones who brought this about. You can't blame us for it." I stared at him and said, "Have you ever thought that perhaps you all actually are the reason why I'm sick?" "What the... I don't even know what to say to that!" He stood up ina rage. "Let's divorce then," I offered. The next day, we went to the courthouse to file for divorce. After I returned home, I packed my stuff into a bag. Just as I was about to leave, I thought of something and called my mother. She was living alone. She had been staying with my brother before, but since she could not get along with my sister-in-law, she moved out. ---- At almost eighty, she needed someone to take care of her. Since none of her children were rich, it was not practical to hire a caretaker for her. In the end, I was the one in charge of taking care of her. Every afternoon, I dropped by to make lunch for her and clean up her place during lunch break, regardless of rain or shine. Even when things were bad for me, I still had to drop by. I lived this sort of life for three years. Honestly, it was tough on my body. I wanted to move to her place for a few days while I thought about what I was going to do in the future. "Divorce? Why are you causing all this drama? No good woman gets a divorce." When my mother heard that I had filed for a divorce, she was immediately displeased. "women are free. If we don't get along, we divorce." "What on earth are you saying?! Your husband is a pretty good man. He doesn't flirt with other women, Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!