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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

I'm sitting on the couch, silently listening to the TV host's report.


"Traffic accident, unfortunately... deceased."


I softly repeat the report from the TV, my vision blurring as if I'm seeing stars.


My hands shake as I reach for a tissue to wipe the water on the table, but I find that the more I wipe, the more there is. My face is also wet and sticky.


I stand up, wanting to run and turn off the TV, but my steps feel like I'm walking on clouds.


Serenity stands barefoot in the doorway. I don't scold her for walking around without shoes. I run over and grab her hand, my voice trembling: "Serenity, did you just hear who they were talking about on the news?"


"The news lady said the person's name was Everett."


"Mommy, look, they're showing a picture on TV."


A photo of Everett in a suit and tie appears before my eyes.


My ears start ringing, and a proper female voice buzzes in my head.


Chapter 10