I Was Never Your Final Choice
Deep Sea Miner
My boyfriend was crippled when he saved me, while his adoptive sister suffered from heart failure after protecting us from misfortune. She had to depend on the expensive imported medicines to sustain life.
To pay for their treatment, I sold myself as a lifecasting model on the black market.
Not only were my hands and feet coated in the heated silicon, but I also needed to endure strangers touching me without flinching.
I needed to pay if the replica was damaged.
I begged through my tears, only to receive a few slaps to my face in return.
They scolded, "You signed up for this. Don't act innocent now."
Humiliated, exhausted, and aching, I still took the money straight to the hospital to buy medicine for his sister.
When I passed by the VIP lounge, I heard a familiar laughter.
"Chris, this is the 998th test, isn't it? Are you really marrying her once she passes the 999th test?"
With a slight frown, Christopher answered, "Yeah. Although testing her is a family tradition, and they're having you to supervise, don't overdo it. I won't have another bride."
I froze.
Every sacrifice. Every humiliation. Every bit of pain I had endured—it had all been a test. A game to see whether I was worthy of marrying him.
Staring at my bruised reflection in the fire-resistant glass, I let out a sudden chuckle.
Then, with trembling hands, I turned on the old phone I hadn't touched in two years.
I felt tears roll down my cheeks when I told the other person on the line, "Declan, take me home. I regret everything."