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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

I said, "A mechanical heart is prone to infection and bleeding. You'd have to take medication for life and any small mistake could be life-threatening. Even knowing this, you still want to give me your heart?"


Quint gripped my hand tighter. The deep emotion in his eyes wasn't fake.


"Evelina, I don't care about any of that as long as it cures you."


"I'll make your favorite peppered steak. Let's have a nice meal, then you can go to the hospital this afternoon like a good girl."


I didn't bother arguing with him. It didn't matter since I'd be leaving soon anyway.


After this, I'd never again have to tear myself apart, suffering unbearably in a twisted relationship of love and betrayal.


Quint carried groceries into the kitchen and got busy.


Just then, I received a text from my senior.


"Evelina, I'll pick you up at 2:00 sharp outside your building. Black Range Rover, license plate ending in 003."


"Got it, I'll be ready to leave on time."


Quint, you should give your heart to Melody instead.


After all, once we part ways today, we'll never see each other again in this lifetime.


Quint brought the last dish to the table, a sizzling, fragrant roast beef.


He kept piling food onto my plate.He carefully picks out the fish bones and passes a piece to me while asking, his gaze dark and unreadable.


"...Evelina, yesterday you asked me how many forgiveness cards were left, right?"


I look toward the box containing the forgiveness cards and divorce papers and say, "Yeah. You can go count them yourself if you want to know."


Quint ladles a bowl of soup and hands it to me, saying, "Let's look after we finish eating."


I don't take the soup he offers, just silently watching him.


He seems to sense something and his expression turns serious.


Quint wipes his hands clean, appearing ready to open the box.


My emotions suddenly become complicated.


I really don't know what his expression will be when he sees what's inside the box.


Will he be confused, angry, or vow never to ask for my forgiveness again?


There's a sudden urgent knocking at the door.


Quint is interrupted, looking displeased.


He opens the door and I hear some jostling.


"Mr. Stratton, this matter is extremely urgent and requires your personal attention." Melody's coquettish voice comes through, clearly not using a tone for discussing business.I looked over at the source of the sound. She was wearing a tight, short dress and wrapping herself around Quint like a snake.


Quint pushed her away and scolded, "Who told you to come here? I've already resigned as CEO, what more do you want from me?"


Melody looked utterly pitiful, cradling her slightly swollen belly as she tried to squeeze through the doorway.


"Sis, won't you talk some sense into Mr. Stratton? How can a man just give up his career like that?"


Quint, mindful of her pregnancy, had no choice but to let her barge into the house.


Melody walked up to me and sat down, pulling out a chair for herself like she owned the place.


"Sis, I heard you're having surgery tomorrow."


She rubbed her swollen belly. "We're worried about Mr. Stratton. Do you really need his heart?"


She emphasized "we" while sticking out her belly, her tone dripping with the smugness of a victor.


The next second, Quint slapped her across the face and yelled furiously,


"How dare you disrespect Evelina! Get the hell out of here, now!"


Melody burst into tears from the slap, shot me a hateful glare, and ran off.


Chapter 5