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My husband who saved my life killed me for his male patient.
My husband is a psychiatrist.
I blocked a knife for him, which hit his heart. I told him that I am a civet cat with three lives.
He swore to protect my remaining two lives and love me forever.
However, after seven years of marriage, he fell in love with his male patient and treated me with every possible means of prevarication and even cold violence.
I was diagnosed with moderate depression, but he said I was faking it.
For his male patient, he took my blood.
"Don't you still have a life? He died without your heart and soul. Can you be kinder?"
But he doesn't know that as a clan of civet cats, if you fall in love with someone, you will lose your life.
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Dead Human Literature Chasing Wife Crematorium
Intention: Don't wait until you lose it before you know how to cherish it
