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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 frantically searched for her silhouette in the crowd, stumbling and twisting my ankle in the commotion. A sharp pain radiated from my ankle.


But I couldn't care less, I just looked around desperately, my heart pounding and fingertips ice cold.


Ignoring the searing pain in my foot, I quickly stood up and scanned left and right, searching for any sign of the little girl.


I whirled around, my tense emotions instantly crumbling, eyes stinging: "Where did you go? Didn't Mommy say not to let go of my hand? If there's a next time—"


Serenity obediently admitted her mistake, then pointed her little hand behind her.


I followed her gaze, my movements freezing.


Everett stood among the crowd, walking against the light.


His suit was impeccably tailored, his figure tall and straight, strikingly handsome.


He walked over slowly. I composed myself and said coolly:


Chapter 7