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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.

g_ara · ย้อนยุค
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239 Chs

A rare gem

He could touch and see the beauty that was now in his arms more than he had done so far, as there was no gap that separated them at the moment. He could feel the breath that brushed his face when the movement made their proximity closer and closer.

He could hold her hand without gloves covering her hand, telling others that the lady in his arms was his wife and with whom his dance would only be. 

There was no defense to maintain their distance, like before this night came, as if all that had been done in the past was only a dream. Or perhaps what was happening this night was the actual dream? But no. Canillas hoped none of that was a dream. He preferred to keep all that had happened as a beautiful memory instead of it being a mere dream that he had never experienced in real life.