I Stole My Sister's Groom
On the day I was supposed to swap marriages with my sister, Sylvia Hayes, I chose to be a battalion commander's wife instead.
Then, watching Sylvia wither away from late-stage stomach cancer until she was nothing but skin and bones, a few strange lines suddenly appeared before my eyes.
[Great news! The heroine is about to be reborn!]
[What a joke. What good is being an officer's wife? That scumbag will take his mistress to live on base with him, leaving her to starve in that old house!]
[After she's reborn, she should pick Miles Williams, the steel factory director! He secretly kept her photo and loved her his whole life!]
Miles, the husband Sylvia used to mock as 'nothing but a money-grubbing brute,' was holding a tin cup, trying to give her water.
Sylvia suddenly grabbed his wrist, her bulging eyes boring into me. "Laura Hayes...you had food saved up. Why wouldn't you help me?!"
She died with her finger pointed at me.
Miles' jaw was clenched so tightly that the muscles in his cheeks bulged, and then he suddenly lunged forward and wrapped his hands around my throat.
When I opened my eyes again, the room's blackened mud walls were hung with an old, faded calendar.