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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

Joanna gasped in surprise at the sudden whisper brushing her ear.

Fortunately, she placed the book on her lap as she read it with her head lowered. Otherwise, the book would fall with a thud on the floor as she might throw it away.

Patting her chest where her heart thumped crazily due to a bolt from the blue, Joanna turned her head to the side to send a sharp glare at the mischievous man after she slightly lean back as her sense was still working that he should have positioned his face close to her ear. Then, Joanna found a man with a satisfied grin spread across his face, leaning forward on the back of the couch where she sat.

Joanna had no idea when he moved from his seat and walked behind the couch where she was sitting, while she was not really immersed in reading.

A bolt from the blue