I Let My Fiancee Be With My Brother
On the third year of our anniversary, the cruise ship Louise York—my fiancee—and I were on sank.
I gave her the only life jacket we had before getting dragged under the currents and losing contact with the world.
Three years later, after I healed from my injuries, I rushed back just in time to see her getting married to my adopted brother. Since she owed me her life, she was forced to marry me instead. That caused her to start hating me, because I had separated her from the man she loved.
Even my parents accused me of being immature. They said that I was ruining my brother’s happiness. Their coldness and rejection caused me to become obsessive, and I fell into despair.
Then, my family’s enemy came looking for revenge. To save my life, Louise ended up being stabbed right into her heart.
Blood gushed out of her as she tried her best to drag me to a safe place.
“Nathan, I’m returning the life I owe you. I just hope that you won’t bother me again. I just want… to be with Stanley…”
I felt my chest twist in pain as I died full of hatred.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back to the day I crashed their wedding.