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Love's Last Goodbye: Never Wanting to See You Again

When my mother was critically ill, our production crew was trapped in a village by a torrential downpour. That night, I made 19 phone calls, trying to get my husband, Bryce Lewis, to drive me to the hospital. But he didn't answer. Later, I risked my life and ran to the hospital in a disheveled state, only to find my mother's body. After handling my mother's affairs, I saw my husband's Instagram. There was a girl in his jacket, sweetly smiling at the camera. The caption read: [After six hours of coaxing, my dear finally smiled.] Feeling utterly disheartened, I sent him a message: [Bryce, let's divorce.]