Evelyn's body hung outside the skyscraper, swaying precariously in the strong wind. She recalled the first time she met with Henry, their marrige, their heated arguments, recalling this man's tolerance and forbearance, his compromise and disappointment towards her. She remembered the compromises and disappointments. She had hurt him, harmed him for another scoundrel. But he, even now, still wants to save her."Henry, let go. If there's a next life, I'll make it up to you."Evelyn used all her strength to forcefully push away Henry's hand, and her body rapidly descended...