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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

Estella had just returned to the country when Madam Stratton advised him.


His marriage to me was stable, and he really shouldn't wrong me for someone who had betrayed him once.


But at that time, he said to Madam Stratton: "I find it annoying to even look at her one more time."


"She tries so hard every day to act like a proper lady, but she doesn't realize how full of holes her act is, like a poor imitation."


"My friends make fun of her, and she doesn't even understand. She wears designer gowns like a call girl."


"I can't see an ounce of the grace a woman should possess in her."


But he was the one who picked out that gown for me.


All the etiquette I used in public was taught by him.


He once said he loved my unrestrained and extraordinary demeanor the most.


But later, these became uncouth, low-class behaviors.


I worried he would be looked down upon, so I stopped going out, stopped accompanying him to social events.


Then I became an unqualified wife, not knowing how to share my husband's burdens, enjoying an easy life at home every day.


I signed up for classes to learn about high society, but when word got to their ears,


It became another attempt to put on airs.


"Why are you silent now? Look at yourself, eight years and still no sign of a baby in that belly." If it weren't for my mom holding me back, I would have divorced you long ago!"


Indeed, eight years, and we haven't even had a child.


It's not that we never had intimate moments, but those were certainly a long time ago.


His attention gradually shifted away from me, and he no longer shared my bed.


But even when his attention was on me, he never thought about having a child with me.


He knew I always wanted a child, yet I couldn't conceive.


He always knew how to hit my soft spots, forcing me to argue with him shamelessly in all sorts of situations.


That I was just a crazy, good-for-nothing wife.


But today, hearing these words, I felt liberated.


I looked up at Damien, my gaze crashing into his eyes, seeing shock and panic filling them.


Chapter 6