Emily did not catch up to me.But it was only a matter of seconds—no sooner had I gotten into the car than she rushed out the door.She chased after my vehicle for a long time. Only when she was completely exhausted did she finally stop, switching instead to calling my phone over and over again.I didn't answer.Yesterday, we had already gone to get the divorce certificate.I had told her that today we would hold the wedding first, then register the marriage afterward—double happiness in one day.She believed it, foolishly.I felt no joy in deceiving her—only an endless sense of emptiness.When I had lain on the operating table, ready to die, I heard the psychologist's voice urging me to live.During my therapy, my psychologist had already noticed my dependence on Emily and had gently warned me, but I refused to believe him.It was only on that operating table, hearing his words again in that moment between life and death, that everything changed.What made me choose life wa
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