Todos los capítulos de Betrayed Groom: Trading My Life for Revenge: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The new system told me, "You may use this time to say your goodbyes."After hearing the system's prompt, I sat quietly on the balcony and smoked throughout the entire night.The date circled on the desk calendar hadn't faded yet. In fact, I just had to turn my head to see one of the birthday gifts that my girlfriend, Cherie Blackstone, had given to me.It was a stylish suit.It was a style that I particularly liked, but I had stubbornly hung it in the most prominent spot simply because it had been a gift from her.I loved her.It had been 24 years, and I'd liked her since we were still little kids. She also seemed to like me back. I had imagined countless futures involving her, and yet, the one thing I never envisioned was her wanting me dead.I glanced back at the room.The photo frame on the nightstand held a photo of us smiling at each other in front of a birthday cake. And if I were to take apart the frame right now, I would still be able to find Cherie's childish handwriti

I had simply set out for work as usual, but the slippery ground caused me to skid on my bike right into a river that hadn't frozen over yet.The icy water engulfed me instantly. I struggled and cried out for help, but my winter clothes had soaked up so much water that they weighed me down like an anchor, rendering me unable to move.Despair set in as I slowly sank into the freezing depths. However, a passing sanitation worker happened to see me and saved me with his snow shovel. After I was sent to the hospital, I ran a high fever for several nights.At that moment, Cherie was locked in a cutthroat battle with a rival company, and I didn't want to disturb her. However, her mother, Angela Young, couldn't bear to watch me suffer any longer and finally called Cherie to check in on me.Cherie rushed over in the middle of the night and held me while weeping for hours.She looked terrible that day. Her brows were constantly furrowed, and she kept checking her phone for messages. I got w

While I was in the depths of despair, I had genuinely considered ending it all and taking that guy, Max, with me. But now that my mission was complete, I wondered if that was still a viable option for me.So, I summoned the System.However, Cherie grew anxious with my text message. She had to have known about the system's existence after all, which would explain why she'd resorted to such underhanded tactics to try and have Max reborn within my body.She even sent her parents to my doorstep to convince me otherwise."Victor, you poor child," Angela said, her voice filled with heartache as she patted me on the shoulder.Cherie's father, Fred Blackstone, was normally a man of few words. But he also wore a stern expression as he looked at me that day. It was clear that if I so much as voiced a grievance, he would march right over and give Cherie a piece of his mind.Fred and Angela had watched me grow up. I knew their affection for me was genuine. They truly cared about me, and they

I relied on my hazy memories and eventually made my way home. However, I hadn't expected Cherie to show up at my doorstep with more people behind her less than three hours later.I must have forgotten to shut the door tightly behind me. She walked right in without any obstruction at all."What are you doing here?" I asked warily, hiding behind the bedroom door. "Don't tell me you don't know what you've done!" she yelled back in a cold, icy voice.She'd clearly come prepared. The person next to her looked somewhat familiar. I vaguely recalled a mean-spirited woman who had repeatedly belittled my paintings and dismissed them as worthless.In any case, they did not come in peace.I hurriedly slammed the room door behind me, pressed all my weight against it, and yelled in warning. "I don't know what I did, but that's still no reason for you to barge into my home just like that! And I've already explained to you that you're not my girlfriend!"I don't know if you got the wrong perso

Eventually, I found myself unable to leave the bed.Day after day, I watched the green buds emerge on the tree branches outside my window. On rare occasions, I would even spot a few birds perched in the trees."Can you find me a paintbrush?" I asked, looking imploringly at the woman, who, for reasons unbeknownst to me, always lingered by my bedside. I was itching to touch vibrant paint colors again. However, I didn't know who this woman was. I just knew she was always there every time I opened my eyes.She told me her name was Cherie Blackstone, and she often gazed at me with sorrowful eyes, telling me I'd forgotten many important things.I didn't believe her.My mind was solely occupied with paintings, and I told her over and over again that I had no childhood sweetheart whatsoever."If there really was someone who cared about me, then why hasn't anyone come to visit me yet?" I asked her.As she continued droning on endlessly about past events again, I began losing my patie