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Only After Losing Me Did My Husband Realize He Regrets It

After the explosion, I fled to a small border town and assumed a new identity, working at an environmental protection station. Everyone believed I had died in that gas explosion. For two whole years, my cenotaph was kept spotless—someone cleaned it every single day. Until today. A team from the higher-ups came to inspect our station. The moment the door opened, I froze. Walking in was my former superior. She stared at me in utter disbelief. "You're alive? Why didn't you come back?" Her voice trembled as she added, "Renald has been guarding your grave for two years. He nearly killed himself down in the mines." Renald—my ex-husband. He had a childhood sweetheart named Lorraine. Fifteen years ago, her parents died saving Renald's mother during a mining accident. Since then, the Montgomery family had treated Lorraine as their own daughter. After I married Renald, she started coming after me. The first time, she tampered with my safety rope. I fell into an abandoned shaft and shattered nearly every bone in my body. Renald brought in the best specialists to pull me back from the brink of death. The second time, she damaged my oxygen tank. I nearly suffocated in a sealed tunnel. Renald led a six-hour search before finding me unconscious. She harmed me; he saved me. Again and again. Until the very last time. Lorraine triggered a gas explosion in my work area. My entire body was burned, my lungs destroyed. As they carried me away on a stretcher, I used the last of my strength to beg Renald to call the police. He crouched beside me and shook his head gently. "Danica, Lorraine didn't mean it. Her parents died saving my mother. For my sake... just let it go, alright?" At that moment, my heart died completely.