Honey We Are Not Getting Remarried: Get Away From Me!

Elisa and the jumper observed as the police departed.
Determination shone in Elisa’s eyes. She understood that she could only rely on herself, and failure was not an option. She had
to succeed.
Similarly, the two of them, each with their own hidden motives, began to chat aimlessly.
Elisa obtained a bag of beer from somewhere and slowly approached the man.
The person determined to end his life was very cautious, stopping Elisa when she was still two or three meters away from him.
“Stop right there! If you take one more step, I’ll jump!” he yelled.
Elisa remained silent, making calculations in her mind. If I turn around and rush over, there is no guarantee that I can safely pull
him to the rooftop. Moreover, due to the rain, the rooftop is extremely slippery. He might accidentally slip and fall, making the
situation much worse.
Therefore, when Elisa was about two meters away, she halted, raised the beer in her hand, and asked, “Would you like some?”
“The person was clearly surprised, unable to understand why Elisa still had the mood to drink in such a situation.
He gulped and declined her offer.
Elisa chuckled and nonchalantly opened a beer.
She was genuinely thirsty. Tilting her head back, she drank more than half of it in one go. She couldn’t help but let out a satisfied
sigh and say, “It’s delicious.”
The person contemplating suicide stared blankly at her.
Elisa’s alcohol tolerance wasn’t the best, so her face turned red almost instantly. However, this made her appear even more
radiant.
Elisa had intended to have a drink together to establish a connection between them. Since he wasn’t going to drink, she could
only drink alone.

Elisa gazed at the man and said, “Before you arrived, I already knew everything about you. I know you have a seriously ill wife at
home, and I understand why you’re considering this. But I have to ask, is it truly worth it?”
The man’s gaze was somewhat evasive, his psychological defenses seemingly shattered by Elisa’s few words.
However, he stubbornly clung to his position, refusing to admit defeat even in the face of death.
“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about,” he said.
Elisa chuckled, brushing off the raindrops on her clothes. “After you’re gone, how can you be certain that your wife will receive
proper treatment and care? Even if she recovers, knowing that her life was exchanged for yours, how would she feel? Would she
be able to accept it peacefully? If I remember correctly, you also have a daughter. She’s only eight years old this year... Can you
truly bear it? To simply let go and leave them to shoulder everything as a widow and an orphan
Elisa began to coax and reason with the man, speaking from the heart.
It seemed that she truly touched him, as Elisa clearly observed the changes in his expression.
That indicated that she was on the right track.
Elisa continued, “You wouldn’t want your daughter to lose her father at such a young age, would you? When she goes to school,
there will be people who will discriminate against her, and you won’t be there to support her.”
Elisa took a sip of beer and continued. “Don’t indulge in such self-centered behavior. It’s incredibly selfish towards your daughter
and your wife. You’ve left them with all the hardships and longing while you walk away, driven by your own actions. Is that fair?”
“Stop talking! I had no choice... God has never given me the option to choose!” The man began sobbing.
The person contemplating suicide became emotional.
At that moment, a junior police officer cautiously asked Ernest if they should intervene.