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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

Night had deepened, carrying chills to the bones as the air got colder, implying that the fall had taken the reign over the warmest season of the year.

Facing the wall, Joanna had focused her eyes on the golden flame that swirled and twirled in the fireplace, giving shine to the darkness. Not once did she turn over from her laying position since she managed to lay on the bed, dramatically freeing herself from the cage that was so stubborn to trap her in.

Slipping under the blanket that covered her body up to the lower half of her face, Joanna placed her palm on her chest, where her heart had not calmed down since she braved herself to initiate the conversation with the man whose words contained honey that were too sweet to bear to her might.

And her heart was beating more rampantly, drumming in her chest, when the meaning of number eight, which became the favorite number of the man, was delivered, reaching her ears and seeping into her heart.

A debt to collect