His Desperate Plea
I asked my husband for a divorce during the most difficult year of his life. Everyone condemned me, calling me heartless, but I still forced him to sign the divorce papers.
Later, he overcame his struggles and rose to become a powerful CEO. I avoided him for two years, believing I’d never cross paths with him again—until he caught me at my most wretched.
His eyes brimmed with hatred as he stared at me. In front of everyone, he humiliated me and relentlessly forced me to down a bottle of vodka.
I vomited uncontrollably, blood gushing from my mouth in thick streams.
He mocked me, telling me it was the retribution I deserved for betraying him.
I didn’t argue. I let him torment me. After all, I was already dying. If that made him content, so be it.