Contos de Imagination sobre Plot Twists e Romances com Mistress e Regret

When I gave up on my mission and confessed to the existence of the system, my girlfriend, who couldn’t seem to give up on her first love, suddenly agreed to marry me and bear me a child. I thought my sincerity had moved her and excitedly began preparing for the wedding. She, however, tricked me into going for surgery. “You’re on a mission and have unlimited lives. He has end-stage heart failure and is on the verge of death. Don’t worry, after his surgery and recovery, I’ll come back to our family and continue helping you with your mission.” What she didn’t know was that the moment she took my heart away, I had utterly failed my mission and all my memories were erased. One month later, when she called out to me sweetly and asked if I had thought of a name for our baby, I looked at her all confused. “We don’t even know each other. How could we have a baby?”

Five years after our divorce, I saw my ex-husband, Noah Whitmore, beneath a magnolia tree. He had grown much thinner, but clothes looked more than twice as expensive as they used to be. "It's been a long time. How have you been?" [I've been fine, just a little bored. What about you?] "My company went public. Things have gone fairly smoothly, though I've been a little busy." [Oh, that's good.] After a long silence, he let out a sigh. "Belle, the magnolias in our hometown have bloomed again. Where did you go?" I looked down at my transparent body and answered his words once more. [I'm right here.] Unfortunately, he could no longer hear me.

Three minutes before the college application deadline, I receive a video from the future. The person in it is me from 15 years later. "Macey changed your college applications to the local community college. She and Eric had already been dating for a long time. "She only did it because Eric told her he didn't want you hanging around her anymore. "Even though you worked your ass off and eventually got a graduate degree, you still never got the chance to work in aerospace." I sit frozen on the couch, clenching my phone as I stare at the man on the screen. "But you could've made it up there. You were supposed to make it up there." When the video ends, I rush back to my bedroom, fingers trembling as I open the college application portal. My applications had really been changed to that community college. I close my eyes for a moment. Then, I change my application to the National Institute of Defense Engineering.