Prologue Bid Farewell to the Past I traveled through time and space and became the heroine of sad romance fiction. On the day I cut my wrist, the hero of the fiction brought his first love home from abroad. He sneered and said, “Didn’t you say that you could tolerate anything as long as you could marry me? It’s just an appetizer, but you can’t stand it.” His first love said, “It was me who he loved. If you hadn’t threatened him with his mother’s life, he wouldn’t have been with you. Now it’s time to return him to me.” My mother-in-law, who has been saved by me, said coldly, “I will return the money to you. Can you let go of my son? It’s good for everyone if you get divorced.” I was not going to divorce. Because he was about to die.
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