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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

I changed my phone and moved to a new city.


The reason for my departure wasn't to escape Damien.


It was because I found a letter from my advisor in my long-neglected email inbox, sent two years ago.


Before marrying Damien and becoming a full-time housewife, I was still in graduate school.


I majored in Chemistry, spending every day in the lab.


I was the best student in the lab, the advisor's star pupil.


But because of my marriage to him, I gave up the chance for a direct Ph.D. program, devoting myself entirely to taking care of Damien.


My advisor was heartbroken but didn't interfere too much with my decision.


He still felt my departure was a shame, though, and would occasionally send papers to my inbox.


He hoped I wouldn't forget to keep learning.


I kept up with them for the first few years, but later, as my mind became occupied with other things, I forgot about it.


Chapter 10