My Husband Regrets Handing Over Our Ticket To Survival
The apocalypse was coming. The ground temperature was 158 °F, and the first batch of human beings started moving to the base at the North Pole.
As a scientist, my husband was allowed to bring family members with the first batch.
Everyone thought that he would take me along without hesitation.
But in the end, the name he wrote in the application form was one of his master’s students.
“I trained her myself, and she does not have parents. I can’t bear to leave her alone in such a hot place.”
He casually submitted the application form, and his words just chilled me to the core.
“Rose, you’re different. You’ve been through tough situations. I believe you can make it until the second batch moves.”
I forced a resigned smile and said nothing.
That night, as the temperature climbed, I made a calm call.
“You promised to grant me one wish, no questions asked. Does that still count?”