After My DINK Husband Regrets, I Send Him for Vasectomy

A decade of child-free marriage ends in tragedy when a severe medical infection forces the removal of my uterus. Instead of comfort, my husband and in-laws turn on me, demanding an heir and accusing me of ruining their family line. When I seek a divorce, my husband greedily eyes my massive inheritance. Together with his family, he pushes me to my death from a rooftop, staging it as a suicide. But death isn't the end. Waking up in the ninth year of our marriage, I have a chance to rewrite my fate.

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Chapter 2

After that day, Chris started staying out all night.

Whenever I called, he was either working late or out socializing.

Even when the nurse urged him to pay the fees, he quickly hung up.

Even though my reactions were somewhat slow, I understood his intentions.

Thinking of his attitude made me extremely angry.

In this new life, I must get a divorce!

But I couldn't let them off easily.

"It's not always fair for women to make sacrifices," the female doctor's voice brought me back to reality.

Facing the doctor's sharp gaze, Chris feigned grievance and looked at me.

In the past, whenever I saw him like this, I would surrender.

So in my previous life, I hurriedly refused the doctor's advice and, after leaving the clinic, tried to placate Chris with a smile.

Looking back now, my love-struck behavior was truly tragic!

In this life, I no longer want to be the foolish one.

I met Chris's gaze and made a more pitiful expression. "Yes, darling, I really don't want to get infected. How about I remove the IUD and you go for the surgery instead?"

Chris looked stunned, seemingly unable to believe his ears. "What did you say?"

"I said, you should go get a vasectomy!"

Now Chris couldn't keep up the pitiful act. He raised an eyebrow and looked at me. "Surgery carries risks. What if it fails and I lose my fertility?"

Seeing his panic, I felt that the nine years of childlessness seemed like a joke.

The female doctor coldly remarked. "Oh, so you weren't truly committed to being child-free."

Chris was speechless, a hint of panic crossing his eyes.

He gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "What man wants to have this kind of surgery? People will just laugh at me as a castrated man."

I almost laughed in anger. "Laugh? Your parents called me a barren hen for nine years. Am I afraid of being laughed at?"

"If you don't want to be child-free, we can get a divorce and find someone who shares the same views."

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