Lahat ng Kabanata ng I Let A Fraud Be With My Boyfriend: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 9

Elliot Wendell blocked my path outside the door of Dent Manor. His expression was torn but determined.I remained silent as the image of reinforced concrete collapsing flashed in my mind. I could see his bloody and mangled spine, and I could almost hear the words he whispered into my ears.“If I had known that she would die, I would’ve never taken you home.”That seemed to be his choice. If he had known how things would turn out, he would have chosen to abandon me from the start.However, it did not matter. In the previous timeline, my ten-year marriage to him had been like a nightmare. He hated me, and I resented him. We tormented each other every day and night. It was only in death that we both found release. With this second chance, I could cut things off before they could sour. Knowing this, I suddenly felt a wave of relief.I looked at Elliot and calmly nodded. “Alright, then.”Surprise flashed across his eyes, and the words he had prepared died in his throat. “What

Over the next few days, I threw myself into preparing for a trip abroad. Soon, I received an offer from a university overseas. I would be leaving next month. It was the day before I was to leave, and I had just left the library. Right then, two bodyguards clad in black blocked my way. “Ms. Kane, Mr. Wendell has requested your presence.”I was forced into a car, which sped to our destination. It stopped at a skyscraper that overlooked the entire city, and I was led right to the top floor. “Mr. Wendell is busy at the moment. Please wait here.”The bodyguards brought me to a room before leaving me there and locking the door behind them. The view from the room was fantastic, and one wall was completely made of glass. I could see the city’s premier top-floor garden restaurant outside. At this time, the whole place was brightly lit. Voices filled the place, as there was a huge birthday bash going on. The star of the event was Celeste. She was wearing a luxurious gown and

I did not answer, but it might as well have been a confession. “Elliot,” I started softly, “it’s all come to an end. In this timeline, you’ve protected the one you wanted to protect. From now on, we’ll be on separate paths. We’ll no longer have anything to do with each other.” “No!” He looked up suddenly, and his eyes were red-rimmed. “Samantha, it’s not like that! Everything I’ve done is for both of us! It’s the only way for us to have another ending—”“We’ve already had our ending.” I interrupted him. “It all ended on the day of the earthquake.”Elliot had more to say, but his phone rang.He looked at the caller ID, and his expression changed. It was Celeste calling. He hesitated for a moment but answered the call. “Hello, Celeste? What? You’re in pain again? Alright, don’t worry. I’ll come over immediately.”After hanging up, Elliot looked at me apologetically. “I have to visit Celeste, Samantha. Rest well. I’ll be back very soon.”Looking at how worried he was, the

A year later, I enrolled in the arts university that I had always dreamed of in Frankfort, Gerancia. I majored in oil painting. There, I rented a place with a tiny garden and lived a simple but fulfilling life. I went to classes, painted, and tended my garden. My garden was beautifully bright, and the air there was constantly filled with the fragrance of lavender. I slowly forgot the past and smiled more often. I never saw Elliot again. However, I would receive news of him from classmates who went home. I heard that Elliot had given up on his family’s sizable assets to become a volunteer for various disasters. I heard that he rushed into the most dangerous places to save numerous people. This left him with countless scars as a result. I also heard that someone had asked him why he dedicated his life to this endeavor. According to him, this was his penance. However, none of this had anything to do with me anymore. After graduating, I stayed abroad. I joined a top d

Three years later, I held a solo art exhibition at a renowned gallery by the Sierra River in Blythe. My exhibition was named “Rebirth.”My paintings featured the lavender fields of Frankfort, the sunflowers of Airreluz, the azure waters of the Mediterranean, and the warm sunlight of Blythe. Every painting was full of life and the love of life. The only thing they lacked was people. My paintings never showcased any individuals. For the past three years, I had been traveling all over Urania and immortalizing various snapshots of scenery in my paintings. I was no longer the Samantha Kane who lived in hate and pain. I was a normal painter who loved life. I used to think that love was a stubborn kind of holding on. I thought that to love meant holding on to each other, even if it caused pain. It was later that I realized true love was letting go; it was letting the other person get what they wanted. In the previous timeline, Elliot had taught me what hatred was. In the