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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

"Have you been in touch with Everett these past few years?"


I couldn't help but laugh, my voice tinged with coldness:


"What kind of contact could an ordinary person like me have with the young master of the Song Group?"


"You don't need to worry," I looked at him, my tone calm. "I won't cling to him."


Kael stubbed out his cigarette and suddenly said, "After he was hospitalized, he tried every day to get news about you. When no one was looking, he'd sneak out of the hospital to see you. Because of you, his injuries still haven't fully healed."


I interrupted him, "Just because he really lost his memory, am I supposed to forget how I spent those years?"


"For this man, I cried, I begged, I went crazy, I lowered myself, I even wanted to die."


Chapter 9