After Reading My Fiancé’s Mind, I Snapped

“Don’t worry. The doctor said you are recovering well. In a few more days, you can be discharged and start preparing for the wedding.”

Eden York held a small slice of apple to my lips, his voice full of tenderness and concern.

At the same time, a cold, disgusted voice exploded in my mind.

[Acting this loving is fucking exhausting. If it weren’t for the mission, I wouldn’t even want to touch a woman who has already been fucked by so many men. She disgusts me.]

I opened my mouth and mechanically ate the piece of apple.

Once, I had believed Eden was my salvation.

When my family tormented me until I was covered in emotional scars, he was the one who pulled me out of the darkness.

When I was bullied at school, he was the one who held my trembling body tightly in his arms.

He healed every wound I carried and made me believe I was loved.

But now, I finally understood.

He was a transmigrator from another world, and I was nothing more than his target.

I stared at his fake, affectionate face.

At that moment, only one thought remained in my mind.

Seven days later, at our wedding, I was going to run away.

I was going to make him fail his mission.

I wanted him dead!

The next second, the hospital room door was pushed open.

My best friend, Tiffany Dunn, rushed to my bedside, her eyes slightly red.

“Oh my God, Summer, how did you get hurt this badly… Those men, did they…”

Eden’s expression instantly darkened, his tone turning colder.

“That’s enough. Don’t ask.”

[Hahaha, good question! She should remember exactly how those punks took turns screwing her!]

I listened to his thoughts expressionlessly, my gaze lowering slightly.

And then I saw it.

Hidden beneath the edge of the hospital bed, Eden’s little finger had quietly hooked around Tiffany’s ring finger.

Their hands were hidden beneath the shadow of the hanging blanket, fingers tightly entwined.

A chill spread through my entire body.

Could the “Tiffany” Eden kept talking about really be my best friend, the woman I treated like a sister?

Just as suspicion filled my mind, Eden stood up and gently ruffled my hair.

“Summer, I’m going to settle the hospital bill. Be good and wait for me.”

The moment Eden left, Tiffany could no longer sit still.

She quickly made up an excuse and hurried after him.

I counted to sixty seconds, then forced my weak body up and pulled open the hospital room door.

Sure enough, I saw Eden yank Tiffany into his arms before kissing her fiercely.

Tiffany pouted sweetly. “Darling, how much longer do you have to put up with that idiot?”

Eden’s voice was hoarse with satisfaction.

“Just seven more days. Once the wedding’s over and the system reward comes through, I’ll marry you.”

[Warning! Host, please pay attention. The target’s emotional state is fluctuating abnormally. There is a risk of her affection level dropping!]

The cold mechanical voice exploded in my mind.

The moment I saw Eden turning around, I quickly rushed back onto the bed before he entered the room, pretending nothing had happened.

“Summer, what’s wrong? Why do you look so pale?”

He rushed over, his face full of concern and heartache, while his inner voice cursed viciously.

[You bitch. If you dare lose affection points at a time like this, I’ll kill you!]

“I’m fine. I just had a nightmare.”

After a pause, I lifted my pale face.

My voice sounded weak, carrying a hint of dependence and careful hesitation.

“Eden… since we’re getting married, I… I want ten percent of the York family shares. Is that okay? I just… just want to feel secure.”

Eden froze.

I heard his inner voice roaring with fury.

[This greedy idiot! She actually dares ask me for shares? Does she even deserve them?!]

But the system’s cold voice rang out again.

[Warning. Mission progress cannot stall. Host, please maintain the target’s affection level.]

The muscles on Eden’s face twitched slightly.

In the end, he forced out a loving smile through clenched teeth.

“Of course. Forget ten percent. If you wanted the entire York family, I’d give it to you.”

The moment Eden turned around to pour water, I slipped my phone out from beneath the pillow.

Then I sent a text message to an unfamiliar number.

[Get me a passport in secret and book a flight. Seven days from now, I’m leaving the country.]