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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

Damien stepped forward, getting even closer to me.


I felt his rapid breathing on my face, no longer in a steady rhythm.


Meanwhile, Madam Stratton, upon hearing what I said, hurriedly came over, trembling.


She grabbed my hand, "Scarlett, dear, why are you suddenly talking about divorce? Is Damien not treating you well?"


Madam Stratton glared at Damien, "You better apologize to Scarlett right now!"


Damien furrowed his brow, struggling to comprehend my words.


He shook his head slightly, "If there was something between Estella and me, why would I have married you?"


Unlike before, this time his words carried a hint of gentleness.


It seemed he was trying to sincerely explain things to me.


In the past, I probably would have been grateful for even this tiny bit of tenderness.


I would have excitedly thrown myself at him, telling him I knew he would never betray me.


Chapter 7