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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

Canillas let the memories he had with the sleeping lady flow through his mind while letting his fingers feel the softness of her skin as they traced the contour of her face. It was as if he wanted to remember it even when he closed his eyes.

From her forehead, her thick eyebrows, down to her straight nose, Canillas traced them all with his fingertips, perceiving the softness that touched them for the first time since he met her in person.

His action brought a concern to his mind that he really could not let her sleep unattended when they were outside their home, based on the fact that she could not feel anything in her sleep.

If he looked back at their moment sharing a bed together in the mountain, aside from what he noticed in the carriage, she also went into a deep sleep, not once awake when the bed shook as he made a move or any noise formed when he flared the log of wood in the fireplace.

Fixing the blanket