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My husband locked me in the basement for the sake of pure love.
While I was shivering in the cold, damp basement, my husband was knitting a scarf by hand for pure love.
I thought he didn't love me, so I divorced him and walked away.
But later, that proud and self-possessed man went crazy searching for me all over the world.

My Husband Locked Me in the Basement

Alec, do you really have to be so pathetic? You clearly can't forget Isadora, and I've already stepped aside to give you two a chance. So why do you insist on loving her when she leaves, and then loving me after I'm gone?


Why do men have to be so despicable, only realizing what they had after they've lost it?


After a moment, he shook his head frantically, "No, that's not true. You're the only one I love."


I'm not an idiot. I know whether I'm loved or not.


"Alec, go home. If you keep harassing me, I'll kill myself."


Perhaps my words were too harsh, or maybe it was because I threatened him with my own life.


After that, Alec stopped appearing before me.


Occasionally, though, I would receive handwritten letters from him.


Just like he used to write to Isadora, he poured out his love for me and his regrets in those letters.


Every time, I would throw these letters in the trash.


Chapter 9