On the day of the earthquake in Westville, my husband left me and flew to another city to find the other woman. I was buried in the ruins when I texted him: “Charles, an earthquake happened. I’m buried under the ground. It’s so dark here. I’m so scared…” After I was rescued, I sent him two more messages before throwing my phone under the ruins. “Charles, I can’t hold on any longer. Fortunately, you’re busy with your work, or you might die here with me and our child.” “I’m glad you’re fine.” I did that on purpose. I purposely made him think I had died. I purposely made him feel guilty about me and our unborn child. I wanted him to cry hard and live in deep regret. Only when the truth could no longer be hidden, I would walk up to him and tell him, “I want a divorce.”
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