I was in a car accident and hospitalized, falling into a coma. My husband, who worked as a doctor in the same hospital, didn't even bother to visit me. No one sympathized with me; instead, they ridiculed me. They all believed that it was I who had driven my husband's beloved away to a foreign country years ago, and this was my just desserts. I worked diligently through rehabilitation and finally reached the day when I could leave the hospital. I found my husband and handed him the divorce papers, saying, “It's what you wanted... Evan, I don't want the house or the car. I wish you even greater success in the future. We won't meet again in this life.” Surprisingly, the man who had always been cold and distant, now refused to divorce.
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