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My body was deteriorating day by day.
I became even thinner, like skin and bones.
My hands were covered with IV bruises and
scars.
In the later stage, I couldn’t eat anything
anymore and kept vomiting blood.
Hector had countless breakdowns and turned
to numerous doctors, but none of them could
help.
The proud man was so desperate that he
knelt down before one of the doctors.
“Doctor, I beg you. Please save Jenna. Please
do anything you can.”
Hector stayed by my bedside all the time. He
stopped going to the company. Sometimes he
even forgot to eat and drink.
Hector stayed up all night watching me.
He seemed to be afraid that I would suddenly
disappear.
Every time I coughed up blood, he howled like
a desperate beast.
Everyone said that Hector had gone mad,
going completely insane over a woman.
He sent Gemma to the same mental hospital
and asked people to “take good care of her“.
Hector tortured the director who abused me.
He revenged me on the patients who attacked
and insulted me.
Hector sought revenge on all those who had
bullied me, almost cruelly, except for himself.
“Ugh…” I vomited into the trash can. My body
was in pain and heavy.
The glaring red made Hector panic and broke
his heart.
“Jenna, are you all right?” He kept pressing
the call bell. “Doctor! Doctor! Emergency!”
“Jenna, are you punishing me?” Hector held
my hand tightly, tears shimmering in his eyes.
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“I will live the rest of my life … in pain and
regret.”
I had no strength to speak.
Looking back on my life, there were too many
painful moments and few happy days.
When I was young, I liked Hector
wholeheartedly and pursued him for seven
years.
Someone advised me not to like Hector. He
was too aloof and was once deeply in love
with another woman.
And he had given his tenderness to her only.
I had no fear and wouldn’t give up, so I kept
pestering him and stayed by his side.
Г
When I thought I had finally warmed his cold
heart, Gemma showed up. Her appearance
shattered my beautiful dream.
Hector was indifferent to me, but he would
show tenderness to Gemma.
Hector wouldn’t allow me to eat anything in
the car, not even a piece of chocolate. But he
let Gemma eat hamburgers in his car.
He worried about Gemma’s carelessness and
searched for all the ballet resources for her.
And now, here I am, holding onto my broken
body.
With a lesson learned in blood, I finally woke
up to reality.
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If there could be another life, I wouldn’t want
to meet the young man who was smoking
under the eaves again.
At that time, Hector was smoking a cigarette
casually. He looked melancholy and yet his
gaze was expressionless.
With just one glance at him, I got tormented
throughout my not–so–long life.
“Hector.” I waved to him as I was on the
verge of death.
As I watched him approaching gently, tears
ran down my face.
I smiled weakly, but I said with a firm tone, “I
don’t want to meet you again in my next life.”
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I thought, “In my next life, I would like to love
someone who loves me too.
“I don’t want to suffer so much again.
“And I want a lovely child.”
In the mental hospital, I named my lost baby
Jody.
I wasn’t able to welcome it in this lifetime. I
hoped we could meet again in the next life.
I said to myself, “If you don’t mind, Jody.
Could you be my child in the next life?”
As I slowly lost consciousness, I heard
Hector’s heartbreaking sobbing.
But that didn’t matter anymore
