"Bruce, you're so fucking mean!" Leila gritted his teeth.
"Yeah, I'm so mean, hurry up and get a divorce, what were you thinking if you didn't hurry up and kick me out and take the breakup money I compensated you with? You're so low!" Bruce raised his voice and gazed at her face as if he was looking at an enemy.
He is really sick of this woman, he must get a divorce!
His words irritated the nerves of her senses, and her eyes in tears.
She felt her heart, as if it had been viciously torn in half by his hand.
"Bruce, you're outrageous." Leila clenched the divorce agreement again, the snow-white paper crumpled by her.
"If you don't want me to go outrageous, you'll have to sign." He had put up with her for so long, talked to her nicely for so long, but she refused to sign, so how could he not use some extraordinary means?
"I'm depressed ... major depression, you want to spur me on to death?"