The Day of Death Is Approaching. Are You Still Crazy If I Divorce You?

The year my fiancée's family was in trouble, I broke up with her. When we met again, I became a security guard struggling at the bottom, while she was the president of a high-level group. She made me suffer humiliation in front of everyone, and every apology I made was met with deeper revenge. When I asked her why she did this to me, she sneered: "Because I want your life to be worse than death!" I chose to suffer silently, bear all the pain and secrets, and let her take revenge. After all, I'm really dying