After my wife's brother-in-law suddenly fell seriously ill, she asked me to get a vasectomy while we were trying to conceive.
Her eyes flickered but remained resolute: "My brother-in-law has done so much for me. He wants a child, and I have to help fulfill his wish. Of course, I'll take care of your physical needs, but to be safe, you need to get a vasectomy."
I didn't throw a fit. I went to the hospital as she wished.
In my past life, I refused her absurd request and spent our entire fortune to help treat her brother-in-law.
But when her brother-in-law committed suicide by carbon monoxide poisoning because he had no heir,
Jane came to despise me, falsely accusing me of being heartless and reporting me for stealing others' technological achievements.
The company I poured my heart and soul into was destroyed overnight, and I died full of resentment in prison.
This time, I've decided to give up on Jane and wholeheartedly pursue my career.