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The hands that once risked everything for Gunner were nearly shattered by an opponent on the field.
Gunner was personally tending to my female opponent's sprained ankle.
The lips Gunner once praised as so kissable were now bloodied and missing teeth.
Gunner was savoring the taste of my female opponent's lipstick.
Finally, I stopped struggling to defend myself, allowing my opponent's fists to strike my slightly protruding belly.
When the blood flowing from my lower body stained the entire arena red, Gunner finally realized something was wrong and ran towards me like a madman.
Later, Gunner, who had never been superstitious, went completely insane.
He knelt in every church in the city, begging just to see his deceased wife and child one last time.

I Was Beaten and Miscarried, Then He Went Insane

Still a gentle and refined young man, called Dashiell.


At first, I suspected he was a blind date sent by my grandfather, but later I dismissed this guess.


Dashiell was professional enough, patient enough.


He would tell me jokes to relax when I was nervous before a match.


He would also sincerely encourage me when my performance fell short.


He was attentive to my every need, yet never crossed the boundaries of his job.


No matter how outlandish the tactics I came up with, Dashiell would calmly help me analyze them, rather than being blindly obedient or deliberately pandering.


Half a year passed, and I had grown accustomed to having Dashiell by my side.


Occasionally hearing news about Gunner, I no longer felt sad.


I knew in my heart that I had completely moved on from my previous relationship.


With Dashiell's companionship and help, I won one boxing championship after another.


All were well-known international competitions, legitimate and thrilling.


Chapter 8