Chapter 2

"Then let's get divorced!"

"You can have the child. I don't want anything."

I had figured it out—rather than being sent there to die, I'd rather be alone.

Sean hadn't expected me to make the decision so quickly. He froze for a moment, then his expression gradually twisted: "Are you seeing another man?"

"I'm just asking you to live somewhere else temporarily to improve your health and make it up to Raina a little. And you treat me like this..."

I didn't want to explain. I felt that communicating with this psycho would make me one too.

I walked around them and went straight to the bedroom to pack my clothes.

I'd barely packed two items when he charged in, grabbed my hand, and pinned me against the closet.

He forcibly lifted my chin, locking my gaze: "Can you not be so selfish? Having you swap lives with Raina is only temporary. Raina had a miscarriage and asked me for one wish."

"She just wants to be my wife for a while. You can improve your health in the countryside, and she can fulfill her wish. What's there to object to?"

Listening to his self-righteous arrangements, I felt a chill sweep through my entire body.

Sean and I had married for love.

We both had congenital heart disease.

I cried and begged my father to give up my heart donor and save him instead.

But I never found a suitable heart donor and had been staying alive on my family's money.

Fortunately, he had always loved me. We got married, had a family, even had a child.

But these past few years, my episodes became more frequent, and I was hospitalized more often.

Sean's movements softened: "Go to the countryside and take care of your health. I'll keep looking for a heart donor for you."

"Don't be angry at Raina either. I just saw your shadow in her. I'm a man. I have needs. Your health is poor, so I could only..."

"Don't be angry. You're the one I care about most."

I pulled away from his hand, suddenly feeling disgusted.

I stared at him viciously: "Don't talk about caring. It's revolting."

"Just marry her already."

Sean's eyes went cold for a moment. He was about to say something when there was a knock on the door.

It was Diana's voice: "Sean, the people are here. Get your wife out here."

I heard the voices of several familiar men from my previous life.

Taking advantage of Sean's distraction, I shoved him away.

I rushed to the window, trying to climb down.

With his long arms and legs, Sean caught up in a few steps, picked me up, and dragged me toward the door.