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In the seventh year of being with Garrison, his pure love who had been dead for years suddenly "resurrected".
He regained what was once lost, now by her side every day.
The arrogant and unruly Garrison would bend down to tie her shoelaces when no one was around, and his eyes would turn red with concern when she got pricked by a needle.
At that moment, I knew my relationship with Garrison had come to an end.
I boarded a plane to leave, but that flight crashed that very night, with none of the hundred-plus passengers surviving.
When Garrison heard the news, he went completely mad, holding my clothes and weeping day and night with regret.
But what he didn't know was that I never got on that plane at all.

The Seventh Year as a Stand-In

When Mom initially promised to bring me along and escape the next day, I never imagined she'd be found dead in the ditch by morning.


Everyone said she'd grown weary of this miserable life and taken her own life in the river.


I refused to believe it. My mother would never lie to me.


I don't know where I found the courage, but I flung the door open without hesitation.


I glared coldly at the man I had just shoved to the ground.


He'd aged considerably, looking weathered. His body wasn't as strong as before - my push had left him struggling to get up.


"Of course someone texted me your address. Looks like I'm not the only one who wants you dead." His revolting gaze raked over me, finally settling on my chest.


"My little girl's all grown up now, getting prettier by the day. Too bad you're not a virgin anymore, but you'll still fetch a good price."


Chapter 8