Refusing My Husband's IVF Plan with His Old Flame, I Was Exiled to a Deserted Island. When He Came to Get Me, Only My Corpse Remained
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On the thirtieth day of my silent struggle with my husband, he suggested a trip to patch things up between us. But as soon as we arrived, he broke my ID, smashed my phone, and left me stranded on a remote island to fend for myself. When someone questioned his harshness, he was dismissive, accompanying his lifelong friend, Lydia, to a prenatal appointment: "It's not my fault she's so petty. I just used IVF to help Lydia become a mother, and now she's demanding a divorce." "The baby is due in eight months. There's water and food on the island. She won't starve; she just needs to learn a…