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Experiencing a suffocating marriage with the man whom she was arranged to marry made Joanna want to leave him. But it was a failure as she died as the wife of the man who abandoned her and her son before they divorced. 

On the verge of her death, she made a wish to not encounter him again if there was a next life. She wished for the end of their fate only in this lifetime. She wanted to forget everything about him. 

However, when she opened her eyes again, she found herself in the room of the mansion of the man she just married. She was awakened by a dream that seemed to be a nightmare of her past life. 

She didn’t remember completely everything that had occurred in her past life and the dream was fragmented. But deep inside her heart, she only felt one thing. She was adamant about leaving him, to be far away from him. 

Therefore, she left his mansion just before she met him in person in the present lifetime.
However, what she didn’t expect was that the so-called husband pursued her, not allowing her to leave him.

Would Joanna be successful in leaving the man in this lifetime? Would fate play the same tragedy as her past life?
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As he pulled his finger away from her soft, warm lips, he said, “It is good you stopped winding up, Joanna. Otherwise, I would have used the other method to make you stop blabbering over the same, boring topic endlessly.” 

When he noticed the stubborn woman was about to prove herself to be stubborn, the man leaned forward in a swift movement, facing the woman’s stupefied face which was an inch away from his. 

“Continue to blabbering, don’t blame me if I apply my other method right now,” the man murmured above her breath, trailing his gaze from her quivering eyes to her lips before moving it back to her now widened eyes. 
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The General's Wife Wants to Leave

As the two men indulged in the conversation, to be exact, a one-direction conversation that was dominated by the older man, the only lady in the room seemed to be unfazed to join in.

Joanna chose to be silent, digging her plate instead, where the roast beef, baked potato, and raw vegetable drizzled with vinegar and herbs rested. She stuffed a piece of baked potato in her mouth, and the baked potato that just entered her mouth stayed still as her sight was suddenly filled with a gold envelope.

Lifting her head to look at the person who made the view of the food on her plate be blocked with the gold envelope, Joanna found him leaning over with his hand stretched out across the dining table to show the letter to her while holding her gaze with a sly smile on his face.

With her eyes narrowed and her mouth filled with the baked potato that had not been chewed and swallowed yet, she wondered what the meaning of the beaming face of the cunning man was this time.

The inscribed name