My husband went with the army as a doctor and took his frail, sickly sister-in-law with him.
He said the countryside was too harsh and he was afraid she'd suffer.
When I suffered a difficult labor and a high fever, he refused to come back, saying, "My sister-in-law's cold is more serious." I was left with a lifelong illness.
After the baby was born frail and sickly, I begged him to bring back some medicine. He replied coldly:
"My brother's child needs it more. You and the baby can make do."
I held on until he came home, thinking at last our lives would settle down, only to hear him say:
"Let's get a divorce. I need to take care of my sister-in-law and her child. I don't have time to bother with you anymore."
I was so furious I died.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of my difficult labor.
This time, I found a doctor in advance and gave birth safely. The first thing I did was write up a divorce agreement.
This time, I'll make him and his sister-in-law pay!
