After Two Miscarriages, I Finally Stopped Loving Him

In the fifth year of my marriage to Tristan Cohen, I received nine hundred ninety-nine post-event photos and one hundred eight kinds of posture videos.

The floor covered in used little umbrellas and torn black stockings was enough to reveal how intense the struggle was.

And every bit of it was sent to me by his childhood sweetheart.

During the first year of marriage, she started a fire in the middle of the night, resulting in a falling beam that hit me and burned a large area of my back.

In the second year of our marriage, she intentionally shoved me down the stairs while I was pregnant, which led to an immediate miscarriage and hospitalization, and I missed my mother’s funeral.

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When I demanded an explanation from her, every time I received only one sentence from Tristan. “She is just a little willful by nature, don’t be so small-minded.”

Until I learned that the childhood sweetheart had privately removed my father’s oxygen tube.

I filed a lawsuit to take her to court, but what I received was Tristan’s letter of forgiveness, allowing her to be released without guilt.

My heart felt like lifeless ashes as I stared at the circled date on the calendar; seven days remained before my deal with Everleigh Cohen expired.

In seven days, I would escape this nightmare and complete the task I hadn’t managed back then.