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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

Zenith's claim about pulling an all-nighter for an experiment wasn't a lie.


Although the project had been decided, the timeline was extremely tight.


It was necessary to put in overtime and extra effort.


That being said, it mostly involved staying up late to monitor the changes in the centrifuge.


Repeating the process over and over again.


Not long after, my senior colleague mysteriously called me out, presenting before me a portion of fried chicken.


"I noticed you didn't eat much for dinner, so I ordered some takeout for you."


"Let the junior students cover for a bit, finish eating and then go back."


I smiled, "Why don't we take it inside and share with everyone?"


Zenith shook his head, "I've ordered extra for them, it hasn't arrived yet."


Given his response, I couldn't refuse any further.


The two of us squatted in the corridor of the lab, eating fried chicken, feeling like we were back in our college days.


Chapter 13