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Jacob continued to defend himself, saying, “We’re still married. I never signed the divorce papers. You’re my wife. About Daisy, let me explain. It was just a momentary lapse. I swear, you’re the one I’ve always loved, and that hasn’t changed.”
“You know how it is for someone in my position. Women are constantly trying to get close to me. I managed to resist at first, but I’m only human. I couldn’t suppress my physical urges, so…” His words felt like knives piercing my heart, mocking the years of love and trust I had invested in our relationship.
Unable to contain myself any longer, I struck him across the face with an open palm.
“That’s no excuse for infidelity!” I exclaimed, my voice quivering with rage. “I told you before: if you ever developed feelings for someone else or became involved with another woman, you should tell me. But you? You’ve been with her for three years. Three years! You had numerous opportunities to come clean, but you chose deception. You even had my uterus removed to make room for her child!”
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anger I had been holding back for so long finally burst forth, my voice rising uncontrollably. Jacob stood there, stunned into silence by my outburst. But he didn’t have a chance to as the tour group’s bus had arrived at my house, and the guide was calling for me to hurry. I had no desire to waste another moment on him. I walked past him and boarded the bus. From the window, I saw him standing motionless, like an empty shell. His back was turned to me, so I couldn’t see his face–nor did I want to.
Our guide was a young man named Peter Shao, a Chinese–American with impressive features. Many of the women in the group had joined solely because of his appearance.
However, Peter maintained a professional distance, only answering work–related questions and ignoring everything else.
Before we began our ascent of the snow–covered mountain, he carefully inspected everyone’s safety equipment. When it was my turn, he gave me a long, thoughtful look.
There was something odd about his gaze, as if we had met before.
But he said nothing, simply ensuring my gear was properly secured before leading us on our way.
When I was with Jacob, he never allowed me to engage in extreme sports, fearing my body couldn’t handle it.
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What he didn’t realize was that I had always been an adrenaline junkie. The more heart–pounding the activity, the more I enjoyed it.
After we got married, I stopped participating in these activities to avoid causing him worry.
Skiing had always been my passion. Over the years, watching others ski on TV often made me yearn to join them.
I hadn’t expected to have another opportunity to ski. The moment I stepped onto the skis and glided over the snow, I felt a sense of liberation. A rush of excitement coursed through me, making me feel completely at ease.
But just as I was approaching the finish line, a skier who had lost control suddenly appeared. Unable to stop, he crashed directly into me.
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collision sent me tumbling down the slope until I came to a painful stop at the bottom. A sharp pain shot through my body as I cried out, my mouth filled with snow.
The others hurried over to check on me, with Peter leading the way. He lifted me up effortlessly, carrying me to a nearby cabin.
“Are you alright?” he asked, his clear eyes filled with worry.
I rubbed my aching back and shook my head. “I’m okay, just some pain in my back. It should go. away soon.”
But Peter looked concerned and said firmly, “No, we need to have you examined at the hospital. Some internal injuries aren’t immediately apparent.”
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