Till Death Do Us Part: I Won't Look at My Ex-Fiancée Again, Even as She Breaks Down in Tears

On the day Sophia and I got engaged, her first love committed suicide.

To get revenge on me, she had me committed to a psychiatric hospital.

Three years later, I escaped.

I fear her, hate her, but I will never love her again.

In the end, I was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer.

She knelt before me, crying and begging me to seek treatment.

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The day I escaped from the psychiatric hospital, it was snowing heavily.

I was wearing the standard blue and white striped hospital uniform, which looked like prison clothes. My feet were in worn-out slippers.