Three years of marriage shattered.
My husband, for the sake of pure love, forced me to have an abortion and get divorced.
I nearly died on the operating table.
Three years later, he had an accident, his memory frozen at the year he loved me most.
He pursued me fiercely but failed, then asked me for one last embrace.
After the embrace, he died in a car accident.
I received his letter.
He wrote:
"Aria, I hate him."