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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 several days now, I've been trying to reach you, but you've blocked me."


Having known each other for so many years, it was always him who got annoyed and blocked me.


Now, out of the blue, I've unilaterally cut off contact.


The man felt both a sense of peace and an inexplicable irritation.


Looking down at my phone, I didn't notice his change in mood, and just replied to him nonchalantly:


"It's fine, I just visited your grandma at the old house a few days ago."


The implication being that even if I didn't marry him, my relationship with his grandma was still good.


Hearing this, Garrison spoke with rare gentleness:


"Celestine, as long as you don't cause any more trouble, I'll love you like my own sister, just like before."


A flicker of disgust passed through my eyes as I replied flatly:


"Mr. Montgomery, you're eight years older than me. We can't be siblings."


It wasn't until he saw my smile growing deeper that he couldn't help but ask:


Chapter 5