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“Let’s get a divorce."
Tired of a loveless, contractual marriage, I brought up the topic of divorce. My husband turned away without a hint of hesitation, proving that my hope for him to stop me was in vain.
Five years after we became strangers, I met my ex-husband at a blind date I was pushed into at home. An impulsive one-night stand, fueled by unresolved feelings, shook up the routine of my life.
“It doesn’t mean you can use it and throw it away just because it was yours.”
I wanted to avoid him, who charged at me like a predator chasing its prey, but I couldn’t.
“Let’s get married, again.”
Was it a problem that I grabbed the man’s hand, whose only goal was to revive his image?
“We’re bound to meet a miserable end.”
Even if we only share our bodies and not our hearts.
“I want to see that end of unhappiness.”
Knowing well how dangerous and reckless that was, we remarried.
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