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The General's Wife Wants to Leave

Experiencing a suffocating marriage with the man whom she was arranged to marry made Joanna want to leave him. But it was a failure as she died as the wife of the man who abandoned her and her son before they divorced. On the verge of her death, she made a wish to not encounter him again if there was a next life. She wished for the end of their fate only in this lifetime. She wanted to forget everything about him. However, when she opened her eyes again, she found herself in the room of the mansion of the man she just married. She was awakened by a dream that seemed to be a nightmare of her past life. She didn’t remember completely everything that had occurred in her past life and the dream was fragmented. But deep inside her heart, she only felt one thing. She was adamant about leaving him, to be far away from him. Therefore, she left his mansion just before she met him in person in the present lifetime. However, what she didn’t expect was that the so-called husband pursued her, not allowing her to leave him. Would Joanna be successful in leaving the man in this lifetime? Would fate play the same tragedy as her past life? --- As he pulled his finger away from her soft, warm lips, he said, “It is good you stopped winding up, Joanna. Otherwise, I would have used the other method to make you stop blabbering over the same, boring topic endlessly.” When he noticed the stubborn woman was about to prove herself to be stubborn, the man leaned forward in a swift movement, facing the woman’s stupefied face which was an inch away from his. “Continue to blabbering, don’t blame me if I apply my other method right now,” the man murmured above her breath, trailing his gaze from her quivering eyes to her lips before moving it back to her now widened eyes. --- *Cover doesn’t belong to the author. Credit to the artist/owner.

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Had taken the last note

'I am just happy I can dance with you, Joanna.'

'Too happy to have my first dance with you, wife.'

Staring straight at the radiant eyes that were smiling at her tenderly, while recalling all the flattering words that seeped into her ears, Joanna felt her heart, which had pounded wildly in her chest, pounded even more, which made her have an urge to break free from the arms that engulfed her. But she could not do that.

She had to stay in his arms, refraining from doing anything that would increase distance between them because she had to take responsibility for what she had done that impacted the reputation of the man, who seemed not to care about anything but the dance at the moment.

"About what we heard in the front hall... I am sorry…"

Joanna attempted to switch the focus of the man, who did not seem to have any interest in stopping from distracting her steps anytime soon with a subject that she had kept in her mind.