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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

"It's not my brother's fault you can't get your act together," Seraphina snapped, hands on her hips, visibly upset.


"Maybe I can't get pregnant because Damien's the one who's not up to the task," I retorted.


"You!" Damien's face flushed with anger as he pointed at me.


He wanted to protest, but he didn't dare.


"Go ahead, deny it. Show me some proof," I goaded him.


But he just stood there with his finger raised, not daring to speak.


I used to think my inability to conceive was my fault.


Back then, we hadn't reached this level of animosity.


At that time, Cian was still a thorn in his side.


We often cuddled, lost in each other's love.


But after more than two years of marriage, with no deliberate attempts at contraception, I had never once had a scare. I knew something wasn't right.


Worried it might be my problem, I went to the hospital for a check-up.


That's when I happened to run into Damien picking up medication.


Chapter 8