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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."

Husband Nearly Killed Me On the Operating Table

After he entered the apartment, his brows remained furrowed.


I poured him a glass of water.The room remained silent for a long time. Suddenly, he looked up at me, his voice hoarse, as if asking me, yet also seeming to talk to himself:


"I don't understand, Aria... I want to be with you, treat you well, marry you, spend our lives together, but it all seems wrong..."


I looked into his confused and sorrowful eyes, my tone indifferent—


"Everett, there's nothing wrong with that."


"People get bored of each other after being together for a long time. They get annoyed, even disgusted."


"People change. Reality isn't the unchanging fantasy you had in your youth."


He once loved me, wholeheartedly wanting to marry me, unwilling to let me suffer even the slightest bit of grievance.


But words spoken in love only hold true when love is present.


It seemed my words had struck a nerve. His eyes trembled slightly, his lips quivered, and his expression was bewildered, with a hint of hurt.


Chapter 5