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I had been in a secret relationship with my childhood sweetheart, Garrison, for three years.
I had always been looking forward to the day he would propose.
But after waiting for three years, what I got instead was a blank check from him. He said, "Delia's back. I can't let her know about your existence. As long as you're willing to leave the country, you can fill in this check for any amount you want."
Only then did I realize that I had always been a stand-in for his true love, Delia.
Heartbroken and devastated, I refused to accept his attempt to pay me off and turned to leave.
The next day when I opened my eyes, I found myself in a foreign country.
Three years later, when his life with his true love had become a mess, he remembered me and sent someone to bring me back.
But when he saw the wedding ring on my ring finger, he cried his eyes out like a madman.

Half Storm, Half Scar

This time, Garrison had someone bring me back using the same method as before.


They drugged me, knocked me out, and quietly brought me back.


I thought that if he hadn't done this, I might never have set foot on this familiar soil again in my lifetime.


When Garrison heard me say this, the color instantly drained from his face.


I looked tenderly at the wedding ring gleaming under the streetlight in my hand and said softly, "My husband and I are very much in love. I have no intention of finding a second love, Mr. Stratton. You've got the wrong person."


"Impossible... Melody, this joke isn't funny at all." Garrison forced out a smile, though it looked worse than crying. He stared intently at my wedding ring, shaking his head in disbelief, frantically typing for me to see, "You must be lying to me. You didn't even have an ID overseas. How could you possibly have married someone?"


Indeed, I had no identification, nothing to prove my identity, so I couldn't escape that cutthroat slum.


Chapter 6