Annie Davidson felt so exhausted, her whole body ached.
Sitting over there, watching the intravenous drip fall drop by drop, her tears blurred her vision.
"You're my wife!"
Owen Lewis didn't understand what she meant by that.
Annie Davidson was disappointed, her face full of sadness.
"Owen Lewis, don't try to find me anymore. You won't be able to, let's meet at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau in ten days, and let's get a divorce."
Owen Lewis, I didn't walk hand in hand with you into that place, didn't take sweet photos, didn't happily fill out forms to get a marriage certificate.
Then let us walk in openly and dignifiedly, and collect the divorce certificate.
"Annie, what do you mean by this?"
Owen Lewis was also angry!
Are all women like this?
Always bringing up divorce at the drop of a hat?
Since we're married, we should decide to stick together for life, what's the big deal about this?
Why do we need a divorce?
