เข้าสู่ระบบAfter I died of kidney failure, my parents finally found a justification to donate my heart to the adopted son they cherished most. Caspian. With my heart beating in his chest, Caspian stood on the track at the world sprint championship that should have been mine. My fiancee cheered for him from the stands, her voice filled with excitement, while my parents watched with tears of pride and relief in their eyes. No one remembered me anymore—their biological son, the one who had been better than him in every way. In that moment, I finally understood that everything I had given to this family had been nothing more than wishful thinking on my part. A lie I told myself because I had loved the wrong people too deeply. No matter what I did, there had only ever been one person in their eyes: Caspian. If I were given another chance, I would never again fight him for their biased, one-sided love.
ดูเพิ่มเติมCaspian finally snapped.Struggling violently, he lunged forward and grabbed my leg. In one swift motion, he pulled a folding knife from his pocket and slashed toward me. "Die, Elias! My life is already ruined. You won't get away either!"But I knew exactly what kind of person he was. I had been prepared.I drove my foot into him without hesitation, kicking him away.No one should underestimate the strength of an athlete trained under high intensity every single day. Caspian was sent flying, crashing hard onto the ground, his body curling into itself as he writhed in pain.Voices erupted all around us."Call an ambulance. No, call the police!"Because of the chaos, I had no choice but to withdraw from the competition and head to the station to give a statement.Fortunately, countless cameras had captured everything. It was clear that Caspian had attacked first. My actions were ruled as self-defense, so I was released soon after.The incident spread rapidly online. The overwhel
Three years passed in the blink of an eye. By 15, I was nearly as tall as my P.E. teacher.Over those years, I had won countless awards, so many that my small dorm room could barely hold all my certificates and trophies.I had placed the center of my life on sprinting. Academically, I advanced naturally into high school, yet my grades still ranked among the very top of my year. My P.E. teacher often clicked his tongue in amazement when he looked at me, wondering aloud how someone so "perfect" could exist.My story gradually spread beyond this city, reaching across the country. Coaches from state teams and even the national team began extending offers, hoping I would join them.My teacher always encouraged me to go further. More professional coaches meant better resources. He knew that. But I could also see the faint loneliness hidden in his eyes. Every time, I told him firmly, "I'm not leaving. I'll go to the nationals with you. And one day, I'll stand on the world stage with you t
I was still young in this life. My mind had already matured, but I did not yet have the means to support myself.When I thought about adults I could trust, the first person who came to mind was my P.E. teacher.In my previous life, Caspian had pushed me out of one competition after another until my dream of sprinting was completely shattered. But my teacher had never given up on me. He had encouraged me and taken care of me as if I were his own son. If I had not given up on myself in the end, he would have been my strongest support.Looking back on that nightmare of a past life, he was the only one who had ever been sincere to me.In the middle of the night, I ran to the teachers' dormitory and knocked on his door.He opened it, still half-asleep, but the moment he saw me, he froze in shock. I hesitated, unsure how to explain, but he did not press me at all. Without a second thought, he pulled me inside. He did not ask what had happened. He simply told me to rest first. Whatever
A sharp, splitting pain suddenly tore through my head, and fragments of blurred memories from my past life surged into my mind like a rising tide.Back then, I had been wholeheartedly devoted to becoming a good friend and brother to Caspian. Whatever he wanted, I would hand it over to him without hesitation, practically offering it up with both hands. Because of that, he had always managed to keep his true nature carefully hidden.On my birthday, Caspian had even offered to organize a celebration for me. My parents, seeing how close we seemed, had been deeply pleased. They trusted him completely and left everything in his hands.He ordered a custom cake for me but never told me the filling contained strawberries, something I was severely allergic to.I had nearly suffocated to death because of him. By the time I was rushed to the hospital, I was already on the brink of death. It was only after emergency treatment that I barely survived.When they wheeled my barely conscious body o












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