Chapter 1

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.

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I watched silently as Quint walked into the examination room, discussing with the doctor about transplanting his heart to me.

Leaning against the wall without a word, I left him behind and walked out.

Just as I reached the hospital entrance, I overheard a few young nurses gossiping quietly,

"Big news, Quint is giving his heart to his darling and getting an experimental mechanical heart for himself!"

"I heard that after getting a mechanical heart, you can't exercise, stay up late, drink alcohol, or have mood swings. You become as fragile as a porcelain doll, breaking at the slightest touch. It's like life wouldn't be worth living anymore. I can't believe Quint is willing to do it. He's so devoted!"

A passing doctor's eyes were filled with admiration: "Quint is just too good! He's literally giving his heart and soul for his darling!"

Only I walked by, a sigh passing through my heart.

Everyone in Chicago knew Quint loved his wife more than life itself.

Back then, to be with me, he confessed his love 100 times.I was born into a family where my parents divorced early, leaving me skeptical about love. I rejected him time and time again, but he persisted, saying,

"I, Quint, will marry no one but Evelina in this lifetime. I love you, and I'm willing to die for you."

I didn't believe in such grand declarations of dying for someone.

Until 8 years ago, when I was in a car accident. I was hemorrhaging severely and was in shock by the time I reached the hospital.

Because of my rare blood type, only Quint could save me.

Against the doctors' advice, he risked his own life to donate blood to me.

I regained consciousness, but he collapsed, his body ice-cold.

Even in his unconscious state, he mumbled, "Even if it kills me, I must save Evelina!"

My heart was filled with immense warmth. When he confessed his love for the 100th time, I finally said yes. I handed him 100 forgiveness cards, promising that I wouldn't get angry if he used one.

As long as the forgiveness cards aren't used up, we'll never part ways.