My husband became paralyzed from the waist down after a kart racing accident and was still undergoing treatment when his rehabilitation nurse wanted to take him on a road trip.
In my previous life, I did everything I could to stop them.
But the nurse’s eyes reddened with hurt. “Ma’am, Jingting loves road trips. He’s been cooped up at home for three years. Getting out for a change of scenery and feeling better will help his recovery.”
I held my husband back and urged him not to take the risk. His legs had only just started improving, and he couldn’t handle the strain of a long journey.
He coldly shook me off.
“Qiao Yanran, how could you stop Qingrou from treating me?”
“She’s a professional. She knows a thousand times more than you do about what’s best for my legs. Besides, I haven’t been out in ages. I’m practically growing mold at home. Can’t you be a little more reasonable?”
I had no choice but to contact my parents-in-law and ask them to send people to stop him by force.
That night, my husband, full of hatred for me, had me tortured with electric shocks to punish me.
“If you hadn’t interfered, Qingrou wouldn’t have gone racing and fallen off a cliff.”
“She devoted herself to me. Without her, I’d still be stuck in a wheelchair all day. You owe her your life.”
Ignoring my desperate pleas, he ordered them to turn up the current. They burned me alive, then threw my ashes into the lake to feed the fish.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I tried to stop them from taking that road trip.
