Three Years In His Sickbed, One Push Off The Cliff

Synopsis

In the third year of my marriage to Quinn Sherman, war broke out. Quinn, the commander of the special forces, was trapped beneath a collapsed wall alongside his first love, Maisie Jones. Both of them were moments away from death. He begged me to save her first and leave him behind, even though his injuries were far worse. "I'm sorry." I refused. Turning toward the rescue team, I screamed, "Get Quinn out first." The moment they pulled him free, the wall above Maisie collapsed a second time. She died. Quinn survived, but his leg was permanently injured. For the next three years, I stayed by his side and took care of him without complaint, but no matter how hard I tried, he never stopped being cold to me. One day, he lured me to a cliff and pushed me off. Right before I died, he looked at me with pure hatred and said, "If you hadn't selfishly chosen me over Maisie back then, she wouldn't have died. "Do you know what it feels like to see you every single day? You make me sick. Every time I look at you, I remember how much I hate you." When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Quinn and Maisie were trapped beneath the collapsed wall. This time, I didn't call for help. I turned and walked away. "If dying together is what you wanted so badly, then go ahead."