My beloved wife

Rita insisted on divorcing Aaron. No matter what he said, she only had one word—divorce.

"Why do you want a divorce?" Aaron looked at his wife, feeling worried about her. Rita looked very haggard. She had dark circles under her eyes, as if she did not sleep for a whole night. They hadn't seen each other for only two days, but she seemed to have become noticeably thinner.

Aaron walked up to touch her face, but was dodged by Rita. "Don't touch me!"

"Why? Couldn't I even touch my own wife?"

"I'm not your wife," Rita said stubbornly.

"What's wrong? Riri, what happened?" Before Rita could say anything, tears fell down her face. She looked up at Aaron, biting her lips and said, "I told you. We need to divorce. We are not suitable for each other."

"Why? Why are we not suitable? I think we are quite suitable."

me, okay? I really don't want

her with a faint smile, Aaron continued, "Riri], don't bother yourself anymore. If you are doing this

never be the

voice. She

good and sweet. It was impossible for the two of them to go

bloodshot. "I beg you. Please! Please let me go. I'm not suitable for you. I really don't want to be with you. Do you know how

of art. It

continue with you anymore. I don't want to go on.

she couldn't pretend nothing had happened. She couldn't stay with him

determined to divorce me?' Aaron was in a

you well. I will be good to you all my