Chapter 2

Sarah was sobbing, tears streaming down her face, and she plunged her hand directly into the wheel of my wheelchair.

If I moved, her hand would definitely be crushed.

I frowned slightly. "Let go."

Sarah cried and shook her head.

"Luke, I'm kneeling here for you. Can't we just talk things through? Please don't get a divorce."

"In front of so many people, if you just spring a divorce on me like this, my family will be so worried…"

"And aren't you just upset that I sleep in the closet every night?"

Sarah's voice was choked with tears, and she swore to me.

"If you don't like it, I'll never sleep there again!"

"I'll sleep in bed with you from now on, even if I can't sleep, I don't care…"

Hearing Sarah's compromise, everyone started pointing and cursing at me.

"He's not even a man!"

"Making such a huge deal out of something so trivial, any woman married to him would be cursed!"

"Sarah's had it so tough, living like this. If it weren't for the baby being so young, I'd say she should divorce him too!"

The surrounding guests already saw me as an absolute scumbag.

They looked like they wanted to tear me apart.

I sneered.

"Then do you dare tell everyone why you really sleep in the closet?"

Sarah froze at my words.

A flicker of panic flashed in her eyes, then quickly vanished.

Mrs. Henderson stepped forward, scoffing:

"Didn't we tell you? Sarah has postpartum depression; only a confined space makes her feel safe and relaxed. She just needs to be alone in a small space. Do you have to pick on that too?"

Mark, my brother-in-law, couldn't hold back any longer.

"Sarah has already swallowed her pride and promised she won't sleep in the closet anymore, what more do you want?"

I couldn't be bothered to argue with them.

My voice remained cold and detached:

"Divorce."

Mr. and Mrs. Henderson, who had been silent for a long time, immediately scowled and were about to speak.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

Three rhythmic knocks.

"Anyone home?"

Mark glared at me and went to open the door.

It was our next-door neighbor, Alex, a tall, handsome young man, easily 6'1".

He was holding a bag of wedding candies and a bag of eggs.

Noticing the strange atmosphere in the room, he walked in cautiously.

"Uh, my wife just got pregnant, we bought a lot of candies and boiled eggs, thought I'd bring some over to the neighbors, you know, share some good luck…"

He spoke, his gaze eventually settling on Sarah.

Sarah had her head down, not speaking. I wasn't sure if it was my imagination, but a shy blush actually flitted across her face.

Too bad no one else noticed.

Mr. and Mrs. Henderson's expressions softened a bit as they accepted the candies and red eggs from him.

"Oh, thank you so much. It's rare for a neighbor to think of us."

Alex still showed no signs of leaving.

He looked around, testing the waters:

"Did you guys have a fight?"

"They're getting a divorce!"

Mark said, cuttingly, shooting me another glare.

Alex gasped, "Oh, man!" and immediately rushed over to try and calm me down.

"Listen, buddy, marriage is all about understanding each other. You can't just jump to divorce at every little thing."

"My wife's only a few months pregnant, and she's in so much pain at night she can't sleep. I'm up all night massaging her back, but I know it's what a man should do. You gotta take care of your own wife, right?"

Everyone in the room cast admiring glances at Alex.

"Now that's a good man, he knows how to cherish his wife."

Mrs. Henderson scoffed. "I wish Luke was like that. Too bad he's such a petty jerk."

Sarah's eyes were red as she walked towards me again.

"Luke, I'm not asking you to be as responsible or as thoughtful as your neighbor. I just beg you, please stop this."

"Our son is about to turn one. Do you really want him to grow up without a father at this point?"

I angrily pushed her away.

"Don't touch me!"

"Your son will never be without a father."

Then I couldn't help but sneer.

"After we divorce, you can take him to find his real father…"

Sarah froze, completely stunned by my words.

Behind her, Mr. and Mrs. Henderson and Mark were so furious they pointed at my nose and cursed.

"Luke, you bastard, how dare you say such a thing?"

Mark's face turned ashen with rage. He lunged at me again, grabbing my collar and yanking me straight out of my wheelchair.

"Don't think I won't hit you just because you broke a leg. If you keep slandering my sister like this, I swear I'll break your other leg too!"

I still looked at him, utterly expressionless.

"Slander?"

"Say whatever you want. I'm divorcing her anyway."

Mark reached his breaking point and threw a punch.

He even grabbed a nearby stick, gritting his teeth, ready to break my leg.

I mocked him:

"Go ahead, kill me today."

"As long as I'm still breathing, I'm divorcing Sarah!"