The End of a Dream
On the day of my wedding, my fiance suddenly announced that he had already registered his marriage with my sister.
The system declared my mission a failure and sentenced me to be erased in a car crash. Just as despair closed in, Wayne Kinsey threw himself in front of me to save my life—and lost the use of his legs because of it.
Later, I was given another chance to choose a new target, and I accepted his proposal. But five years into our marriage, I overheard a conversation between him and a friend.
"Wayne, your crush already has a husband and children. Your legs are healed too. Aren't you going to come clean with Arden?"
"No. Arden will always be a risk. Only if she keeps feeling guilty will she stay away and let Naomi have her happiness."
As his familiar but cold voice echoed in my ears, my tears fell like beads of a broken string, and that was when I finally realized the so-called salvation Wayne had given me had been nothing but a lie through and through.
In that case, there was no reason for me to keep holding on to this sham of a marriage.