My Boyfriend Rejected Harvard Offer, I Rejected Him
In my previous life, I practically dragged my useless childhood sweetheart to Harvard with me.
My academic record was top-notch, and I spent three years tutoring him.
I asked my father to donate a library to Harvard University, ensuring that they would extend an additional offer of admission to Felix.
Finally—when he rejected the offer in favor of taking a gap year to go work in Australia with the girl he was infatuated with—I raised such a massive scene that I ultimately forced him to go to Harvard with me.
After graduation, we got married. The natural ending. He built a tech empire and made me the wife of the richest man in the country.
One regret. He died too young.
Didn't leave me a single word at the end. Just went.
And I — I inherited his billions, and lived comfortably all the way to eighty-eight.
But when I died, I saw his soul.
His eyes were blood-red.
"You forced me onto this path. You took me from the only woman I ever loved. I died with regret. Pray we never meet again in the next life."
...What the fuck?
He'd been in that much pain?
And I was the only one — happily riding it out?
Captions drifted across my vision.
[Lmao — how thick is this side character's skin?]
[Male lead dies young in agony, she breezes through to 88 as the richest widow in the country.]
[The girl he actually loved was the one who flunked her SATs and ran off backpacking, hello???]
[They both died young, missed each other, and the side character had the time of her life.]
Even I felt bad.
When I opened my eyes, I was back — standing in that basement he'd sworn would be his life of freedom, on the day he was supposed to reject his Harvard offer.
This time, I am not stopping him from going to Australia.