In my previous life, I was enraged by my husband's concealment of the truth and ran away from home, only to be stabbed to death by thugs. After my death, my husband went mad, tortured the murderer to death, and was sent to a mental institution by the police. My son was sent to an orphanage, where he developed an antisocial personality disorder and began imprisoning others. When I was reborn, my fragile, obsessive husband was holding our four-year-old son, begging me not to leave.
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