My husband wanted a divorce without knowing I earned $500,000….

Em, I’ll visit you once in a while. I felt that John no longer had any affection for me as he didn’t even ask about my condition or the name of the disease.

In reality, John only visited once a month or once every two months And after Emma’s 15th birthday, she started acting strangely.

Although she used to visit me almost every day right after I was hospitalized, she became distant after her 15th birthday.

However, neither George nor I could figure out why, and we were puzzled. Even when we asked Emma, she just said, don’t worry about it. However, we ended up learning the reason from John, who rarely showed up.

Hey, it’s been a while. Yeah, it has. John, who had completely transformed into a flashy appearance, walked in without even knocking.

After not seeing him for a month, John just thrust a divorce lawyer’s business card at me without even asking.

Are you okay? Or how are you feeling divorcing a wife who doesn’t work? Pay me $1,000 a month as alimony. That’s the deal. So take care. John said, grinning from ear to ear.

Beside him, Emily wrapped her arms around John’s with a similar expression on her face. Fine, let’s divorce then. I casually agreed, which seemed to surprise John for a moment.

But he quickly exchanged smiles with Emily. It was good that John wasn’t the type to think too deeply. That’s why my plan worked so well. After receiving a notification that the divorce was finalized from John, I decided to start my revenge plan against the two of them.

I will make them cry as a celebration of my recovery. I promptly started to take action. First, I contacted George to transfer hospitals. Then I informed my lawyer that they would be mediating between the two parties from now on.

George also began to act at the same time. He moved near my new hospital with Emma, and he started to visit me frequently.

Emma still had a gloomy expression, but I was happy that she came to see me every day. Most of my belongings were already in the hospital room.

So I told John to dispose of the rest. I didn’t want to bring anything that the two of them might have touched into my new life.

Once the hospital transfer and George and Emma’s move settled down, I received a call from John. I had only left my seat for a few minutes, but my smartphone already showed 30 missed calls.

I answered the phone, feeling exasperated. What? Hey! What the hell is going on? I could hear the voice of a troubled real estate agent behind John’s panicked voice.

I also heard Emily yelling, which made me feel sick. What do you mean? What’s going on? It’s obviously about the house. Why do we have to move out? John shouted at me as if it wasn’t his fault at all.

I replied to him coolly, obviously because that’s my house. Ha, John seemed to have completely forgotten. but the truth was the house we lived in was a room I rented as a workspace.

When I started to make a living as a freelancer, at that time, I didn’t have enough income to maintain two houses, and John didn’t have enough income to live alone.

So he ended up moving into my place. Therefore, Jan had never paid the rent or utility bills for that room. Although I received some money from him for living expenses, it wasn’t enough to maintain the place.

Unfortunately, That room was already canceled. It was far from the hospital I transferred to, so I had processed the cancellation the day after submitting the divorce papers…