Back to High School, I Refuse to Fund Her
As the college entrance exams approached, I paid the top student in our class to tutor me.
But the day she came over, she brought along her childhood sweetheart and insisted that he join our study sessions.
I declined her request politely, and she did not press the matter further.
The boy left my house in defeat and was struck by a car, suffering injuries so severe that they left him crippled. He could no longer continue his education and was forced to drop out, taking on grueling manual labor to survive.
The girl continued tutoring me nonetheless. We both gained admission to the same university, grew close over time, fell in love, got married, and started a family.
But on the night of our wedding anniversary, Sharon slipped poison into my soup and watched impassively as I began to convulse and vomit blood, the crimson stain spreading slowly across the floor.
"This is what you owe Harry," she said with cold venom. "Taste what it's like to lose all hope."
It turned out that she had harbored resentment toward me for all those years.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day she first came to my house with her friend.