All Chapters of Rewriting the Destiny for Us: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Ms. Kain lost her memory, and she refuses to come back with us. But we've contacted one of the top neurologists in the country. He can help her recover soon."It was the same conversation, exactly like the last time I found Anastasia Kain after she went missing.Only this time, there was no joy or urgency in my heart.I shook my head, telling my men not to help her recover her memory. Then I did two things.First, I went to the hospital and got a full, detailed checkup.Second, I took the ALS diagnosis report straight to her parents and asked to call off the engagement.Anastasia's mother, Eloise Kain, gripped my hand tightly and shook her head, her eyes red and swollen. "You can't do that. Anastasia loves you so much. She'd never marry anyone else."I said nothing. Instead, I handed them a photo.In the picture, Anastasia was standing in front of an aquarium, looking at a man dressed as a merman with a gaze that was soft and full of longing."Rather than forcing her to mar

I gathered up Anastasia's old belongings in my room and tossed them into the fire.The flames roared, sending waves of heat over me, but I felt as if I were standing in freezing water.For the next few days, the courtyard was alive with the clanging and scraping of demolition.The garden of gardenias that Anastasia had planted with her own hands was dug up and replaced with roses, which were Philip's favorite.The glass greenhouse where we once played piano and watched sunsets together was smashed and converted into a swimming pool for Philip.Even the clematis trellis where we had first confessed our feelings was torn down and replaced with a garden pond that Philip loved.On the day they planted the water lilies in the pond, Philip suddenly blocked me in the courtyard.He lifted his chin high and deliberately showed off the ring on his ring finger."Anastasia found this design in the room," he said, shaking his finger. "She said she could tell it was meant for her future husb

The leader sounded like one of Anastasia's rivals, the same man she had driven to ruin not long ago during a corporate battle.After a long pause, the kidnappers finally started a video call. "Ms. Kain," one of them sneered, "you've got two people here. One's your childhood sweetheart of 20 years, and the other's the man you fell in love with after losing your memory. Who do you want to save?"Anastasia kept her composure at first, but the moment her eyes landed on the red mark across Philip's face, she completely lost control. "If you so much as touch a hair on Philip's head, I'll make sure every last one of you goes down with him!"My eyes stayed shut, but a sting burned behind them, and tears quietly trailed down my cheeks.I didn't know what I was hoping for. I should've known what her choice would be.The kidnapper burst out laughing. "You really thought I was gonna let you pick?"Before I could react, someone yanked me backward and shoved me into a glass tank. I hit somethi

Anastasia immediately saw through Philip's act, but she still let him pull her into his arms. She patted his back while ringing for the doctor.This scene had played out many times before.Whenever she showed even a hint of wanting to see Mason, Philip would feign illness to distract her.After so many times, Anastasia had started to catch on.Philip was afraid of her spending time with Mason.But if Mason was really just her childhood friend, why would Philip be so nervous?Her thoughts tangled into a messy knot, and she even entertained a ridiculous idea before quickly suppressing it.If Mason and she were together in the past, how could he have tolerated her being with Philip?She silently brushed aside the stray hairs on Philip's forehead, watching his eyelashes tremble. She knew he was just pretending to be asleep.Philip was the love she had chosen for this life; what good would it do to seek out Mason to clarify the past?Since it would only make Philip sad, she figure

Katherine was just like Anastasia?Would she one day suddenly forget me, just like Anastasia did? Would she hurt me for someone else?I immediately dismissed the thought.Katherine wasn't Anastasia. She would never do that.But that half-finished remark of hers still left me feeling uneasy.She was always like this, speaking in fragments and leaving me to guess the rest.I hung my head and stepped into the yard. Then I grabbed a snow shovel and slammed it down into the snow a few times, imagining the white ground as Katherine's teasing, mysterious face.Clang. The shovel slipped from my grip and hit the ground with a dull thud.I bent to pick it up, but my arm froze midair, completely immobile.Before I could call out, I was pulled into a warm, soft embrace.Leaning against Katherine, I could hear her calm, steady heartbeat, one beat after another, like a reassuring drum I could sink into.The doctor had said that ALS was an incurable disease. All one could do was slow its