A Man Ridicules His Unemployed Wife, and When He Comes Home, She’s Gone. While Searching for Her, He Discovers a Note Revealing Her Intent to Divorce. Can He Stop Her and Save Their Marriage?
It was a cold and bright October morning, and Harry was excited to present his gaming app—a project he had invested the last six months into.
As the clock struck eight, Harry entered the dining room, engrossed in his phone, barely acknowledging his wife, Sara, and their sons, Cody and Sonny.
“Good morning, honey,” Sara greeted.
“Good morning, Dad,” the boys chimed in.
Ignoring them, Harry grabbed a piece of toast and rushed to his room.
“Sara, where’s my white shirt?” Harry’s voice echoed through the house.
“It’s in the washing machine with the other white shirts,” Sara replied.
Harry stormed into the dining room. “That’s my lucky shirt! I needed it for today!”
“I didn’t have enough whites for a full load until now. You have other white shirts!”
“It’s a big day for me, and you’re making excuses?” Harry shot back.
“You’re overreacting, Harry. It’s your presentation that matters, not a shirt. So stop barking, okay?”
“Oh, really? I’m barking? You want to do this now?”
“Do what, Harry? You’re making a scene over something so small. No one will care about the color of your shirt when all eyes are on your damn presentation.”
“A damn presentation? Again… Did you just say that? Do you have any idea how hard I worked day and night on this project?”
“Watch what you’re saying. The kids—”
“You sit at home all day doing nothing,” Harry snapped. “Is it too hard to remember one simple thing? All you do is blah blah blah and NOTHING at home.”
“Harry, enough. The kids are watching. You’re scaring them.”
“Oh, really? And no one watches you when you’re on the phone gossiping with your friends all the time? No one notices that, huh, Sara? You’ll never be a good wife if you can’t even do something this simple for me!”
Throwing on a plain suit, Harry grabbed his briefcase and stormed out of the house.
After a successful presentation and landing a promotion, Harry expected Sara to call and apologize—like she always did after their fights. But this time, no call came.
Confident he would get his apology eventually, he returned home with white roses, only to find the apartment empty. A note from Sara lay on the table: “I want a divorce.”
Confused and worried, Harry called Sara’s sister, Zara, who informed him that Sara was in the hospital.
Harry rushed there and was met with an angry Zara. “You told her she wasn’t ‘enough of a woman’ for you?”
“Look, we can talk about that later, okay?”
Harry hurried to the doctor. “Doctor, is my wife okay? Can I see her?”
“It was a mild attack. She’s out of danger but needs to take care of her health now. You can go in, but only for ten minutes—she needs rest.”
Trembling, Harry entered the ward, forcing a smile as he approached Sara.
“Honey, I’m sorry. Let me explain. I—”
“I don’t want to hear anything. I’m done. Divorce is the only thing I want.”
“What? Why…? You’re going too far, okay?”
“I had ambitions, dreams… I chose you over every opportunity, and it ruined my life,” she said. “It’s too late to be sorry, Harry.”
“Please, honey. We can work things out,” he pleaded.
“No, I can’t do this anymore. I can’t lie to myself. To you. And to the kids. I’m 32, but I feel like an old woman. I hate you, Harry. You’re disgusting.”
“And the kids, Sara?”
“I can barely provide for them… So they’re staying with you.”
Harry said nothing and stormed out of the hospital to pick up his children from Zara’s.
At home, he ordered pizza and ice cream for dinner. After putting the kids to bed, he called his friend Alex, who reassured him that Sara probably just needed time and would return soon.
The next morning, Harry woke up to the kids shaking him. As soon as he checked his watch, he realized—he was late!
In the morning chaos, he burned the French toast and his shirt while juggling the kids’ school preparations.
“Oh no, the toast!” he cried, rushing to save breakfast.
“Dad… Dad, what’s happening?” the boys asked amid the commotion.
“It’s just the smoke alarm. Don’t worry,” he reassured them, but things only got worse.
He had an important meeting and was already late. “I’ll get ready quickly, and we’ll grab something good to eat on the way to school, okay?”
He dropped the kids off at school and arrived late to the meeting. “Sorry! Traffic, you know…”
That evening, when he returned home, the signs of Sara’s absence were even clearer. Her belongings were gone.
“She really left me for good?” he wondered, overwhelmed.
“Dad, what happened to Mom’s photos and stuff?” the boys asked.
Feeling lost, Harry called Zara.
“Is this a joke, Zara? Your sister came here, took all her stuff, and left me? With the kids?”
Zara’s cold response hit him hard. “She told you, didn’t she, Harry? You took my sister for granted.” And then the line went dead.
Five months passed without Sara. Harry struggled to balance work and parenting, and his performance at the office declined.
One day, his boss, Mr. Adams, invited him for a beer. At the pub, Mr. Adams brought up Harry’s recent work issues.
“Harry, we’ve noticed you’ve been missing deadlines and showing up late. And we’re a business… If you catch my drift,” Mr. Adams said.
Trying to lighten the mood, Harry joked, “So you’re planning to let go of your best game developer?”
Mr. Adams was also Harry’s friend, and Harry wasn’t prepared for what came next.
“I’m afraid so,” Mr. Adams said seriously. “It’s out of my hands. I’ll give you a good reference.”
“What? Please, don’t do this! I need this job—for my kids.”
Mr. Adams remained silent, prompting Harry to storm out in frustration. As he walked away, his phone rang. It was Sara.
“Sara?” Harry answered, surprised.
“Harry, can we meet for a talk at five? At the café where we… started?” Sara asked.
At the café, Sara met Harry to discuss their children. She revealed she had been in therapy and now wanted custody.
“Custody?? How dare you? After leaving us?” Harry fumed.
“Harry, I’m their mother. I have rights,” Sara insisted.
“You abandoned them, and now you want to take them from me? They’re used to me now,” Harry argued.
Sara was resolute. “I deserve to have them back. I’ll see you in court.”
A few days later, now capable of handling household tasks and balancing a new freelance job, Harry made breakfast for his sons.
“Daddy loves you,” he kissed them before dropping them off at school, then headed to the custody hearing.
The lawyer questioned Harry about his role in their marriage, forcing him to face the reality of how he had treated Sara.
As the trial unfolded, Harry realized—he had taken Sara for granted. But was it too late to fix everything?
