The final destination of happiness

Summary

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I married a freaking General, a total military geek.

When I was in labor, begging him to sign off on a C-section, he just stared at me, cold as ice, and asked, "What's the top speed of a Boeing 747?"

"Get it right, and I'll sign."

My body ended up tearing, and our son died of asphyxiation.

He just shrugged and said, "1120 kilometers per hour. Got it memorized, Wendy?"

That was the moment. Looking at his heartless face, I just... fell out of love.

...

I left divorce papers and ran, went