The Storied Life Of A.j. Fikry の小説・ストーリー

Bik Upik then began telling Cyra what had happened to Felix. "Mr. Felix is very fragile, Miss. Despite his temper, deep down, he is very lonely. Since childhood, Mr. Felix has often been left by his parents. He grew up with house assistants and the other staff." Bik Upik continued to narrate Felix's unfortunate life story to persuade Cyra to eat and help Felix. "All right, Bik, I will eat," Cyra said. "Thank you, Miss!" Bik Upik immediately prepared a dining chair for Cyra so she could start her breakfast.

On the day of his funeral, I discovered that my fiance, Zachary Gray, had come back to life. He held another woman in his arms fondly and mocked my devoted acts of love over the past year. That was when I realized everything had been a prank he orchestrated to "have some fun", as he said it. I called my father, Frank Klein. He sounded perplexed as he said, "Bebe, didn't you cry your eyes out at his funeral just this morning? You even swore to remain a widow for him for life. Why are you cutting ties so thoroughly all of a sudden?

Anthony had come back to life too. He confessed, "In our previous life, I didn't marry you, it was Holly. Your parents claimed she was my savior, but I just couldn't warm up to her. That's why, when the time came to move on, I asked to be sent to the coldest, most remote outpost, hoping to get away from her. Sure enough, she couldn't stand the bleakness of the frontier and hightailed it back to Riverton in no time.

"Rebecca, stop playing around. I've already unlocked the door. You're pulling on the door now because you don't want to come out, am I right?" I smiled bitterly as I looked at the inside of the door, which was distorted. While I was suffocating inside the cellar, I tried ramming into the door over and over again out of a strong will to live. However, the door was exceptionally sturdy. I could not even make the door open for just a small crack. In the end, I died of suffocation inside. My dear brothers, when you found my body, could you show me just a tiny bit of your love and bury me next to our mom and dad?

I said. My face was pale as death, and a nagging ache twisted in my stomach. It was an old pain that had been with me ever since I spent those three years in that cellar. Every day, I ate stale bread and lumpy mashed potatoes that had been sitting out forever. The bread was so thick and dry that it was almost impossible to swallow. Panic flashed across Henry's face. It was something I hadn't seen in ages. "Sabrina, I swear I didn't know! Do you think I'm lying?" he asked.

The Shaw residence wasn't far from here, as it was investments from Jeffrey and my fiancé, Ivor Rhett, that funded the research institute. To be closer to me, they even built two villas nearby, adjacent to each other. These were my two homes. But now, there was no place for me in either villa. When I arrived, the household staff were openly hostile, too. "Mr. Shaw has said that you are no longer part of the Shaw family. How do you still have the gall to show up here?" "Someone steals 20 years of someone else's life and still has the audacity to stick around."

Josephine was not sure if she had done the right thing. But her child's life was on the line. She had her back against the door, and her heart was beginning to race. Again and again, she told herself it was only a transfusion. She tried to convince herself that once I regained my memories, I would forgive her. She tried to convince herself that once I regained my memories, I would forgive her. Every trace of light in them had gone out, leaving behind only a lifeless wasteland.

Alas, the one thing I feared most happened regardless of my wish. I followed my dad and Sylvan to a small restaurant near campus. I had been the one to suggest it. This place had been around for years. It was located right by the school gates, and the food was cheap but delicious. So, a lot of students loved the establishment. I had only been given 1,500 for living expenses last month. I had been living as frugally as possible to save up to rent a place, barely daring to spend money on food. That was how I had stumbled across this hidden gem.

' August: 'First parent-teacher conference—Daddy looked so handsome in a suit. May: 'Baby got sick—Daddy stayed up with him all night…' The earliest photo dated back five years. It was a close-up of a newborn's tiny feet, captioned, 'Our little prince is here. Six pounds, eight ounces. Daddy cried.' So, it wasn't that he didn't want to be a dad because he already was one. And to think I believed his bullshit, his claims that a life with just the two of us was enough for him. What did that make me?