The Night I Sent My Wife to the Storeroom — and the Morning That Changed My Life Forever – Page 6

Three days later, a brown envelope arrived. Inside were the papers that ended our marriage.

Her reason was simple and true: ‘Mental cruelty. Treated like a servant, not a wife.’

My hands shook. I had told myself for years that I was a good husband — a good son — but those words proved otherwise.

My mother was furious. “How dare she! Divorce will shame us! She’ll regret this.”

But I wasn’t angry anymore. I was terrified. Because if the divorce went through, I would lose my son too.

The law was clear — children under three stay with their mother.

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