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I begged my husband 304 times before he finally agreed to accompany me and take my father on his final journey out to sea.
But as I stood on the shore, my father's temperature slowly ebbed away in his wheelchair.
I never even saw my husband's shadow.
His pure love social media post showed photos of them watching clouds on the prairie.
"Escaping the mundane world, as long as I have you."
My finger slipped and I accidentally liked it. He immediately messaged me demanding:
"How many times have I told you not to bother Estella? If you can't control your hands, let's get divorced!"
I've lost count of how many times he's threatened divorce.
I'm tired of hearing it.
"Fine, let's divorce then."

After Liking My Husband's "pure Love" Social Media Post

That day after I left, I filed a lawsuit with my lawyer.


The court needed to gather information, and the hearing was scheduled for a month later.


I also moved out of the Stratton family mansion.


I had been a housewife for eight years, intimately familiar with every inch of that home.


But when it came time to actually leave, I found I had no real attachment.


I suppose when you've truly let go in your heart, leaving becomes such a simple thing.


If I had figured this out sooner, I should have left six years ago.


I didn't have much to pack, just taking my father's keepsakes with me.


Everything else was bought for me by Damien, so I left it all in the mansion.


Whether he wanted to throw it away or whatever, it was up to him.


I left decisively, so it didn't take much time.


But after I had already gone far, I received a call from Damien.


After all, the only thing I took was the wedding gift my father had given us.


Chapter 9