All Chapters of The Wrong Vow, My Perfect Match: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

The Wrong Vow, My Perfect MatchChapter 151: The Eye Beneath the RiverThe eye opened.Far below the riverbed.Far below the ancient lock.Far below the foundations of the city itself.It was impossible.Too large.Too deep.Ama could not see its entire shape.Only the eye.A single silver iris emerging from the darkness beneath the breach.Watching.Waiting.And somehow—Recognizing her.The frozen world around them cracked.The suspended raindrops shattered into tiny sparks of silver light.Time itself seemed uncertain whether to continue or remain still.Naomi staggered backward.“What is that?”Her voice trembled for the first time since all of this had begun.Ama couldn't answer.Because she had the terrible feeling that the eye wasn't looking at the bridge.It wasn't looking at the city.It wasn't even looking at the key.It was looking directly at her.The First Dreamer's voice echoed through the silence.I remember you.The words struck her like a physical blow.“No,” Ama whis

The Wrong Vow, My Perfect MatchChapter 153: The First Betrayal“You.”The word shattered the starlit garden.Silver trees dissolved into drifting fragments of light.The stars overhead cracked like glass.The girl faded from view.Ama reached for her.“No!”But her hand closed around empty air.The vision collapsed.Reality crashed back.The bridge.The storm.The glowing river.Naomi was still beside her.Orion was staring at her with growing dread.And beneath the city—the giant silver eye remained open.Watching.Waiting.Ama staggered backward.Her heart was racing.The pendant.She looked down instinctively.Something cold rested against her palm.The small silver pendant.The one from the garden.It had come back with her.Her breath caught.The vision hadn't been only a memory.Somehow—it had been real.Naomi noticed the object in her hand.“Ama… where did that come from?”She couldn't answer.Because the girl's final word still echoed inside her mind.You.The First Dreamer

The Wrong Vow, My Perfect MatchChapter 155: The Cost of a PromiseI've been waiting for you to keep it.The whisper drifted upward from the darkness beneath the river.Soft.Patient.Certain.Ama remained on one knee, the silver key in one hand and the pendant in the other.Their light had become one.Thin strands of silver wrapped around her fingers, weaving the two artifacts together as though they had never truly been separate.Naomi knelt beside her.“Ama, look at me.”She did.Concern filled Naomi's eyes.Not fear.Not suspicion.Just concern.For a brief, impossible moment, Ama wanted to forget the breach.Forget the First Dreamer.Forget the promises buried beneath centuries of stolen memories.She wanted to be ordinary again.But ordinary had ended the moment the letter arrived.Or perhaps—Ordinary had ended long before she was born.Orion stood silently a few steps away.He looked at the glowing key and pendant with the expression of a man watching an old nightmare come bac

The Wrong Vow, My Perfect MatchChapter 157: The Future That Feared Her“You were.”The words seemed to drain the sound from the world.The rain still fell.The river still moved.Yet Ama heard nothing.She could only stare at the older version of herself.The woman who had crossed impossible distances.The woman who had failed.The woman who was now telling her that she—not the First Dreamer—was the true danger.Naomi found her voice first.“No.”She stepped closer to Ama.“That's impossible.”The older Ama looked at her sadly.“I used to think so too.”Ama shook her head.“You're wrong.”“I wish I was.”The answer came without hesitation.“I have seen what happens.”She pointed toward the river.“I have watched the prison break.”Then she pointed toward Ama's hands.The silver key.The glowing pendant.“And I have watched you open it.”Ama's fingers tightened around the artifacts instinctively.“I would never do that.”The older Ama smiled.A broken smile.“Neither would I.”The sent

The Wrong Vow, My Perfect MatchChapter 159: The Letter Behind the DoorIf you have remembered this, then I have already failed.Ama's own voice echoed across the river.The words carved into the ancient door glowed with a pale silver light.For a long moment, nobody moved.Naomi stared at the inscription.“You wrote that?”Ama could only nod.She didn't remember writing it.Not completely.But she knew.The curves of the letters.The quiet determination hidden inside them.They belonged to her.Or to the woman she had once been.The older Ama stepped forward.“I hoped you would never see those words.”Her expression was heavy with regret.“But hope and certainty rarely walk the same path.”The great door beneath the river trembled.The inscription shifted.New words slowly appeared beneath the first.Not carved.Written.As though an invisible hand were tracing them into existence.Ama felt the pendant against her palm grow warm.The key answered with a pulse of silver light.Then sh