ログインFor our ninety-ninth engagement ceremony, Julian booked us a skydive. He said he wanted to tell me he loved me at thirty thousand feet. My chute didn't open. I got tangled in a big tree. I survived, yet suffered multiple fractures all over my body. In the ward, I accidentally saw a message on the screen of our jump instructor's phone. It was addressed to Julian, and it carried a video. The video showed someone tampering with my chute before we boarded. So the "accident" was Julian's idea? I dragged myself out of bed on crutches, every bone in my body screaming, ready to confront him. I made it as far as the hallway. He was already there, talking to someone, and the moment I saw the other man, the floor tilted under me. The man across from him was the same driver who'd hit me with his car the night before our last engagement. The hit-and-run that should have killed me. "Mr. Veil, if you ever need me again, please reach out." Julian's voice was flat, almost tired. "There won't be a next time. I've tried everything I can think of. The engagement can't be postponed anymore." "And the woman you actually love, sir?" "I'll keep loving her," Julian said. "But Ada is the one I marry. Her mother gave my father a kidney. That's the debt. I have to pay it." I stood there shaking, and the truth rearranged itself behind my eyes. The camping trip he had planned, where I got lost and nearly died of hypothermia in the woods. That had been him. The vitamin C he had handed me, the one that put me in the ICU. Him too. And this time — the skydive, thirty thousand feet, “I want the sky to witness our love”. All of it. Every single one of those accidents was him trying to delay the wedding. But Julian, I thought, I could save you the trouble. The next morning I accepted an offer that had been sitting in my inbox for weeks: an invitation from a world-class orchestra on the other side of the planet.
もっと見るA year later, I won first place at the World Classical Music Competition.In my acceptance speech I thanked my mother, Wyatt, Mr. Veil, and most importantly, myself.For being strong enough to walk through that much pain and still climb to the top of my own life.The spotlight was on me. I thought, for a second, I saw a familiar figure in the crowd.I was halfway through my speech —when a woman's voice tore through the hall."Ada, die!"The instant I saw Sheila, the blood in my veins froze.A gunshot cracked through the hall. I couldn't move. I closed my eyes and waited.When I opened them, the hall was in chaos.Julian was there. His men were already on Sheila. Then he was on the stage beside me, hands checking me everywhere, frantic.I looked down and saw the red.Wyatt was at my feet. Blood was pouring out of him onto the stage.My legs gave way. I dropped to my knees beside him, one hand pressed to the wound, the other fumbling for my phone to call an ambulance.Julian closed his
I looked into his eyes. The arrogance that had always lived behind Julian's gaze was gone.What was left was just sorrow.I didn't answer his question right away.I undid the buttons at my collar and pulled the fabric aside until the scar showed.A long, raised line ran down toward my heart."Julian. Do you remember this scar?""The night before our ninety-eighth engagement. You took me out to see a movie. On the way there, a car hit me. The driver fled the scene. They never found him.""I was in the ICU. The only thing keeping me alive was the idea that I couldn't die before our engagement. I lay there and told myself, over and over: I will not die the night before Julian's engagement.""I got lucky. The doctor told me the deepest cut was a centimeter from my heart. Another centimeter and I would be gone.""I held your hand afterward and told you it had to be a sign, a blessing for both of us."Julian closed his eyes. Two streams of tears ran from the corners of his eyes back into his
Mr. Veil took Julian back to the country for treatment. I didn't hear about him after that.But on the day after he jumped, Veil Group made a coordinated press release across dozens of major outlets.They cleared everything up. The concert, the photos, the confession — everything had been Sheila's setup. The photos had been queued by her own people to flash on the screen mid-performance. My on-camera "confession" had been extracted under threat, with my mother's life as collateral.Within a day, Sheila's social media was a wasteland. She was finished in classical music.And the reversal made me famous in a way I hadn't been before. People who saw the news googled me. They found out I was teaching at National. The invitations started coming in: concerts, guest judging slots on competition shows, theatrical collaborations. Student enrollment in my class doubled.The same people who had questioned why Wyatt had hired me suddenly had nothing to say.One day I was eating lunch in the facult
Julian threw a punch into Wyatt's face."I knew someone was scheming to drive Ada away from me.""Don't think I haven't seen what you've been doing. Watching her for years.""I've been turning a blind eye. I never thought you'd actually try to take my woman."Julian had been running on pure emotion all day. He had torn through the National campus searching for me. By the time he threw that first punch, he had nothing left.Wyatt put him on the grass in three moves.The fight in both their eyes hadn't burned out yet. I lurched over and pulled Wyatt back."Julian. We're done. Stop calling me your woman.""You said I was using your father's favor to get something out of you. You said Sheila was the one you actually loved. Well, I'm gone now. You can be with her in public. Isn't that what you wanted?"I tugged at Wyatt's sleeve and turned to leave. Julian caught my hand."Ada. I was wrong. The second I knew you were gone, that's when I understood I can't live without you.""From the moment












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