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The night before my surgery, Blaine locked me in the basement.
Faced with my crying and fussing, the man frowned in irritation, holding Stella tighter in his arms.
"Myra, when did you become so delicate?"
"It's just one night in the basement, it's not going to kill you."
"This is Stella's only coming-of-age party, I can't let you ruin everything."
In the past, I might have screamed and demanded answers from him.
But now, I just pulled my sleeves down with indifference, hiding the needle marks on the back of my hand.
He doesn't know yet that I have leukemia and don't have long to live.
And tomorrow happens to be the day of my surgery.

Almost My Leukemia Surgery Date，My Husband Imprisons Me

But I had long since stopped wanting it.


I still remember the day I first brought up the wedding ring to him.


The man frowned, giving the photo a cursory glance.


He said sarcastically, "Did you see Stella wearing this diamond ring on her finger?"


I was instantly stunned, frozen in place.


A few days ago, Stella seemed to be wearing an identical ring on her hand.


"Myra, don't think I can't see through your pettiness."


"What, Stella has it, so you must have it too, right?"


"A middle-aged woman in her thirties or forties, how shameless to compare yourself to a young girl."


He sneered, the embarrassing words coming out of his mouth.


Lost in thought, I saw Blaine's nervous face.


So I reached out my hand and softly agreed.


He was so excited his hands were shaking as he tried to put the diamond ring on me.


The diamond ring seemed too big, despite Blaine's several attempts.


Chapter 9