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To allow my husband to pursue his doctorate, I tore up my own college acceptance letter and took on eight jobs by myself.
The day I found out I was pregnant, my husband ran me over with his car, causing an immediate miscarriage.
Afterward, I learned that my husband had deliberately hit me, just to please his female assistant.
I hesitated no longer and filed for divorce.
My husband panicked.
With tears in his eyes, he grasped my hands, begging me to reconsider.
But what he didn't know was that over these years, in order to help him save for tuition, I had pushed my body to its limits and was now close to death.

Working multiple jobs to support my husband's postdoctoral research

At this moment, I decided to let myself off the hook.


"If you truly care for me... then divorce me. Dashiell, I don't want to be entangled with you anymore."


Perhaps our destinies were meant to be like two parallel lines, never intersecting.


Dashiell, however, stubbornly refused to divorce me, claiming that even in death, he would remain my husband.


In the end, amidst his pleas, I boarded the plane without hesitation.


The flight was scheduled to land at noon.


I turned off my phone and took a short nap on the plane.


After landing, I looked around for a while before deciding to call a ride-share on my phone.


Before I could even turn off airplane mode, a knife appeared at my neck.


Stella's voice suddenly rang out behind me.


"Juno, you'd better behave yourself. Don't move."


The next second, a sweet-smelling cloth was pressed against my nose.


Chapter 8