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Chapter 4
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Released on: 24/06/2025
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n. This time, he loo
said. "The doctors
what happene
. Not badly, but she was worried about a scar on her face. The doctors n
cup of sugar. They had harvested a piece of my bo
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rmur I had longed to hear for years. "I' ve been thinking. Perhaps I' ve been to
e his body as pay
nsing. It burned away every last lingeri
go check on Maria, to coo over her and re
f the nurses, checked myself out, and took a cab straight to the courthouse. The di
, placed the finalized divorce decree in the center of his polished desk. I twi
to the empty
ice clear and strong. "I
iddle of the room. I stepped through without a backward
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999 Rejections: Her Final Escape
“For five long years, I chased a man' s love, guided by a mysterious "System" that promised me his heart. I lived in a world not my own, sacrificing everything for Ethan Lester, enduring 999 rejections while he preached piety and purity. Then, I found him in his private prayer room, not praying, but whispering Maria's name to a hyper-realistic sex doll, an exact replica of his adopted sister. My entire marriage was a sham, a shield for his twisted obsession; all his coldness and devotion were just a lie. I didn't play a game; I tried to make a man love me, but discovered he was in love with his sister, and I was just a fool for listening. But when he then harvested my skin for a graft-without my consent-to protect Maria's perfect face after a near-fatal incident he caused, I knew I was truly done. He offered me his body as a 'reward' for my severed flesh, but the disgust was cleansing; it burned away every last shred of my affection. I finally understood; my worth wasn' t tied to his twisted devotion. So, I ripped out my IV, filed the divorce papers he' d unknowingly signed, and stood in his empty mansion: "System, take me home."”