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The neighbor's young uncle got drunk and mistook me for his pure love, passionately making love to me all night.
Upon sobering up, he coldly kicked me out of bed,
"Celestine, considering last night was your first time, I'll give you a wedding."
"As for anything else, don't even dream about it."
The man got up to leave, but I grabbed the hem of his shirt.
In my past life, I got my wish and married him, devotedly being a good wife for five years, praised by everyone.
Yet because my parents glanced sideways at his pure love, he schemed to make them fall into debt and jump off a building.
I refused his pure love to attend my parents' funeral.
In return, he abandoned me by the roadside, where I was crushed by a truck, torn to pieces, one corpse and three lives lost.
After rebirth, I coldly told him:
"Mr. Smith, you're mistaken. Nothing happened last night."

The Love's Descent

For ten whole years, I've shown the world every single day that I love Garrison.


My persistence not only won them over but also touched Grandmother of the Montgomery family.


But now, with the wedding just around the corner, I suddenly want to give up?


"Honey, did you and Garrison have a fight?"


My mother grips my hand, her face full of worry.


I was about to deny it when Garrison's call came through.


Seeing my parents leave with amused smiles on their faces,


I knew they thought I was just blowing off steam earlier.


The phone rang for a good fifteen seconds before I decided to answer.


Looking around, I felt confused since I was already at home.


After a moment's thought, I realized the "home" he meant was his penthouse apartment.


I didn't answer him directly, just asked:


"I ordered birth control pills for you. Remember to open the door to get them later."


There was an odd silence on the other end of the line.


Snorting disdainfully, the man asked me:


"When are you planning to come get your bag that you left at the hotel?"


I love John so much that I always deliberately leave small items at his place, just to have an excuse to see him every day.


However, starting now, I don't need to do that anymore.


"That bag is old, you can just throw it away."


As soon as he said that, the man hung up on me.


Not long after, a delivery guy brought over some morning-after pills.


To be on the safe side, I swallowed two at once, then went back to my room to shower and rest.


For the next week, I was busy dealing with issues at my father's company, neither contacting Garrison nor seeking him out.


Until I saw Garrison with some friends at a table next to mine during a dinner engagement.


The moment the man saw me, his eyes instantly turned cold:


"Celestine, I've told you not to track my whereabouts."


I opened my mouth, about to explain it was just a coincidence.


But then I remembered that no matter how much I'd said in the past, he'd never believed me once.


So I couldn't be bothered to waste my breath:


"Hey, miss, don't be in such a hurry to leave,"


Garrison's childhood friend eyed me lecherously:


"I heard you finally got your wish and climbed into Garrison's bed a few days ago.


For such a joyous occasion, shouldn't you buy us brothers a round to celebrate losing your virginity?"


Before I could speak, John shot him a sideways glance, and the guy immediately shut up.


Garrison then turned to me, pointing at the piano not far away, and said in a bored tone:


"No need to drink. I don't have time to send an idiot home. Just play a tune to liven things up."


In my past life, someone had made the same joke about Sarah in front of Garrison.


At that party, the usually refined and calm Mr. Montgomery smashed that person's head against the table corner in a frenzy.


I always knew I couldn't compare to Sarah.


But only now did I finally understand that in Garrison's heart,


I didn't even qualify to be mentioned in the same breath as Sarah.


"If you don't want to, crawl out of here."


Hearing this, I didn't argue or make a fuss.


Under mocking gazes, I obediently sat down at the piano.


Before tonight, I had never played it in front of others.


The music hadn't played for even ten seconds before John dragged me to the car and took me back to the penthouse.


Everything in this apartment was lovingly arranged by me.


Now, stepping in again, nothing looked right to my eyes.


Chapter 2