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My CEO husband has an eight-pack and is incredibly vigorous at night.
But he never touches me except for the seven days of my ovulation period each month.
When passion runs high, I instinctively want to kiss him, but he always dodges because of my heart condition.
He's extremely potent in that department, and finally unable to hold back, he proposed giving me his heart.
He would then get a mechanical heart installed that could never feel emotion again.
All because I'm his hard-won prize, the unattainable beauty he pursued 100 times before winning me over.
On the day of the surgery, I gave him 100 forgiveness cards.
We agreed that whenever he made me angry, he could use one for a chance at forgiveness.
In three years of marriage, he'd use up a forgiveness card every time he went out with his pure love.
When he got to the 97th forgiveness card, my husband suddenly realized I had changed.
I no longer cried or begged him to stay.
Only when that girl outside, emboldened by his doting, secretly slipped her prenatal checkup results into his suit jacket did I quietly ask him:
"If you go to be with her, can I use a forgiveness card?"
The man froze for a moment, his heart softening unusually:
"Sure, we've only used about sixty anyway. Use it if you want."I hummed in acknowledgment, letting him go.
Little did he know, this was the 97th forgiveness card he had used.
And he only had three chances left for me to forgive him again.

Forgiven My Husband 100 Times

As he brought up the movie, a wave of bitterness washed over my chest.


Yesterday, Quint was supposed to accompany me to see this film. But just as we were about to leave, he said he was worried the movie might affect my emotions, and that he'd take me to see it after he'd watched it himself to make sure it was okay.


Yet that very evening, Melody sent me a photo of them watching the movie together.


"Sis, the movie you picked was really great!"


"I suggest you go to bed early. Quint is going to spend the night with me..."


I hadn't even finished reading Melody's text when Quint's video call came in.


"Evelina, there's an emergency at the office. I'll be working late tonight and won't be able to come home."


I nodded calmly, uttering a soft "Mm-hmm."


Then the screen shook, and he hurriedly ended the call. I guess Melody was probably being clingy beside him.


"Evelina, let's go see the movie now. We won't be able to once we're in the hospital."


Quint's voice pulled me back to reality.


I instinctively pushed him away. "I don't want your heart! And I'm not having the surgery."


Seeing how agitated I was, Quint tried to soothe me carefully.


"I'm using a forgiveness card. Please don't be angry, okay?"Before leaving, I used the forgiveness card, leaving us even. This was exactly the outcome I wanted.


Quint let out a sigh of relief and said,


"Evelina, I don't know what I did wrong to upset you. But remember, you can't be angry when the forgiveness card is used."


"The remaining dozens of forgiveness cards should be enough. Once my heart is inside your body, you won't be angry with me anymore. Because my heart is full of you."


He didn't know that there were only two forgiveness cards left.


I didn't understand how Quint, who was usually so sensitive to numbers, could not know how many he had used.


I looked into his eyes, "Are you sure there are still dozens of forgiveness cards?"


Quint glanced at the box containing the forgiveness cards on the table, suddenly looking a bit flustered. But just as he was about to open it and check,


I saw it was Melody calling. Quint's expression tensed, and he wanted to hang up.


I said, "Answer it. It might be urgent."Quint turned his back to answer the phone, responding perfunctorily before hanging up.


Then, he spoke with a bit of difficulty,


"Evelina, I'm sorry, there's an urgent matter at the company..."


I responded understandingly as always, "Go ahead, we can watch the movie another time."


Quint reluctantly rubbed my hand, "I'll come home as soon as I'm done."


Melody sent me a message. I opened it to find a photo of a prenatal check-up form, with Quint listed as the father!


"Quint was overjoyed to know I'm carrying his sweetheart. How could you, a barren waste, even think to compete with me?"


"You've got some nerve wanting his heart. A sick freak like you should just die already!"


Back when Quint learned about my condition and that I couldn't have children, not only did he not leave me, but he comforted me with all his might,


"Evelina, it's okay. Without kids, we can live in our own little world forever, just the two of us being romantic!"


"I don't need anything else, I only need you."


After we got married, he still often brought me flowers.


He prepared surprises for every anniversary.


Married life was even sweeter than when we were dating.


I was immersed in happiness.Silently resolving, to be with him for all eternity.


A lifetime together, that's what she vowed.


Chapter 3