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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

Garrison's tears splashed onto my face, but he seemed completely unaware, his voice quivering as he sneered at me coldly:


"Who gave you permission to change your heart so quickly?!


Before Garrison could finish, Kael knocked him down with a punch.


Sarah, with a pained expression, tried to help the man up.


She was ruthlessly pushed away by the man instead!


Seeing the man stand up expressionless, ready to retaliate against his own nephew, two groomsmen, who were also relatives, quickly grabbed him from both sides.


"Uncle, the wedding is about to start...!"


"If we don't go now, the elders will surely come looking for us..."


Under Garrison's intense, piercing gaze, I took the initiative to link arms with Kael, saying softly:


"Kael, don't mind this lunatic, let's go."


The cold in Kael's eyes melted at my touch.


The young man ignored the man's struggling glare and obediently led me out of the dressing room.


Chapter 8