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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

At this moment, Melody sent another message,


"You don't know this, but when he's with me, he's researched over a dozen positions that make it easy to get pregnant. We conceived in just one month."


"He says he'll love me forever, and wants to have a second child with me in the future."


All these years, Quint was afraid I'd be sensitive about the topic of children, so he forbade anyone from mentioning it to me.


Even his parents never said a word to me about it.


I thought he could give up having children for me, but I never imagined he'd never let go of this.


My heart aches so much I can barely breathe.


Melody's messages keep popping up one after another,


"Oh, and he's going to give half of his property to me and our sweetheart. My child will be born a little prince or princess."


"He's staying with me tonight. Even though I'm pregnant, he's still so obsessed with my body."


Just as I finished reading the messages, Quint called,


"Evelina, I might be working late today. Go to bed first, don't stay up waiting."


My heart filled with bitterness, I couldn't speak as I held back my tears.


"Darling, why do you always go silent when you're upset? Come on, use a forgiveness card and don't be angry anymore."


Choking back tears, I replied, "Okay."Only the last forgiveness card remains. Our love is about to end completely.


Tears silently spill from the corner of my eye. I swear this is the last time I'll let my heart ache for him.


I wake up in a daze. Quint is beside me, massaging my temples.


"Evelina, did you not sleep well last night? Your body can't handle staying up late."


"It's my fault for not coming home earlier to help you sleep. If I were here, you wouldn't have had insomnia."


I suffer from insomnia. Quint has collected various methods to help me sleep, with notable success.


Every night, he warms a glass of milk for me and lights sleep-aiding aromatherapy candles.


He even prepares a foot bath for me before bed and massages my feet.


But what he doesn't know is that my ability to fall asleep has nothing to do with those methods.


It's simply because I feel safe when he's by my side.


Over the years, my dependence on and love for him have far surpassed what I felt for my deceased mother and unfaithful father.


But now, he has destroyed everything with his own hands.


"Breakfast is on the table. I'm going grocery shopping to make you a feast for lunch."


With him gone, it's the perfect time for me to pack my bags.I retrieved a ceramic mug from the glass cabinet filled with precious treasures. Though it was rough, he had made it with his own hands. He once said he wanted to be with me for a lifetime.


I threw the mug, along with our wedding photo on the wall... all the evidence of our love, into the trash can.


I even burned the love letters he wrote with fire.


Quint returned home and sensed the emptiness in the room.


He asked uneasily, "What did you throw away?"


I said coolly, "Nothing, just some things that were an eyesore."


He set down what he was carrying and took the suitcase from my hand, frowning, "Why are you packing?"


My heart skipped a beat as I was about to answer.


But Quint suddenly realized, his brow smoothing out,


"We should indeed be packing. After our surgery tomorrow, we'll be staying in the hospital together."


"Next time, wait for me to come home before you do anything, okay? I don't want you overexerting yourself."


"Evelina, my heart will soon be beating inside your body. I feel so blessed."


Chapter 4