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Finally Give Up
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2022-11-16 13:05:01Ding!
A message alert appeared in Jenna’s phone coming from Rex her husband.[Go to the hospital to donate blood now.]Jenna was momentarily taken aback upon seeing the message and felt as though she had suffered from a fatal heart blow.Ding!Another SMS was sent right after that. It was a notification from the bank informing her of a fund transfer of $500,000.Jenna scrolled up to view her conversation with Rex for the past 2 years of them being married.[Come to the hospital now to donate blood.][You have received a Fund transfer of $500,000.][An emergency happens; please donate blood now.][You have received a Fund transfer of $500,000.] [Visit the hospital right away to give blood.][You have received a Fund transfer of $500,000.]During their two years of marriage, the only time that Jenna's husband, Rex Hidalgo, got in touch with her was those times when he urged her to visit the hospital to sell her blood, specifically to Alice Florence.Over the course of their marriage, Rex treated Jenna like a stranger.Jenna had already given blood three times this month alone, which was more than her body could handle.Jenna reclined on the sofa as her eyes began to consciously droop and blur. She stood in the rain for over an hour yesterday as she waited for Rex to finish work, so today she stayed home since she felt sick and lightheaded. Most likely, Rex was unaware that she was feverish as well.She coughed and held her phone as she deliberated her response. She was about to give up when an unknown number abruptly texted her, crushing her last resolve and self-respect.Ding![Even if you are Mrs. Hidalgo, you're just a nominal wife that shamelessly occupy this position for 2 years. Have you ever caught Rex's eye? He stayed with me last night. If I were you, I would look for a rope to hang myself. You're just a vile home wrecker!]Home Wrecker?Jenna experienced a sudden sense of suffocation, depression, and unease. The official wife of Rex Hidalgo was Jenna. She sacrificed her relationships with her family and friends to marry this man for two years, yet she was labeled a vile home wrecker.Her chest felt as though it were being crushed once more. All of her sentiments for Rex that had been building up throughout her lowly days as his wife now broke into pieces.A photo was then sent to her phone after that message. Rex's peaceful sleeping face was there. This face, which was like an intricate work of art, was the reason she was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. This image served as proof of the preceding message.Alice Florence was the woman who was resting on Rex's shoulder. The corners of Alice's mouth curved up, indicating her wakefulness even though they both had their eyes closed.They appeared to be an affectionate couple in the photo.Suddenly, her phone rang. A call came in from Hidalgo Villa.The moment Jenna took it up, as usual, Dianne, Rex's mother, curtly ordered her around.Did you forget what day it is, Jenna? Come over as soon as possible to cook for us as the maids are off today!Jenna scoffed and hung up the phone silently.She had been trying to hold onto this frail marriage by being cautious with Rex Hidalgo.She was underappreciated at work, but she still tried her best to play Rex's secretary.Rex's mother and sister at home despised her due to her "unknown origin." Every chance they got, they picked on her because they were rude. They gave her chores like cooking, doing the laundry, and even cleaning the house. Jenna, who was intended to be the Hidalgo family's young Madam, was treated like a subservient slave. She remained submissive and meek. She also avoided bothering Rex or placing him in a tough situation by never complaining about any of this to him.She had been through so much suffering that she was immune to it.Jenna was prepared to persevere and put up with everything, no matter how much the people around her loathed her for the sake of Rex Hidalgo.Rex didn't appear to have any recollection of her being his wife for the previous two years, though. The only times he spoke to her were to assign her tasks at work, urging her to give blood, and send money to her.Jenna felt worn out at that precise time. She was unable to continue holding on.She had experienced Alice Florence's provocation before. Jenna used to be able to shrug off those insulting remarks in the past, but this picture absolutely crushed her self-esteem.She was overcome by shame, loneliness, and biting cold.‘Was my marriage of two years a joke? 'Jenna's expression was really dejected at that very time. Finally, she had made up her mind.‘All right, this joke needs to end.’Jenna sent Rex a message after quickly scrolling through her phone.[We should divorce.]She was still feeling lightheaded, but she knew this was the right decision.Rex immediately gave her a call. At this point, Jenna had already anticipated his anger. "Jenna, what are you making a fuss about? How much do you want? Just state a price. The doctor told that Alice is in critical condition," the man remarked in a cold and harsh tone.Jenna abruptly cut him off after struggling to control her dizziness. “Rex Hidalgo, I'll see you at City Hall in an hour, or you may watch her die” she added with a chilly smile.After saying that, she disconnected. The next instant, she got another message.[You have received a Fund transfer of $1,000,000.]“Hahahahaha…”Jenna roared with laughter as she sobbed uncontrollably.'This is absurd! It's just too ridiculous...'
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