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In the middle of all the voices and celebration, I quietly said, "I do." A month later, on an ordinary night, Dwayne and I lay tangled together in bed. A call came in from an unknown number. I picked it up without much thought. Brandon's voice came through. He sounded sick, his voice thick. "Congratulations on your wedding." I lifted my eyes slightly. "I don't need your well wishes." His voice grew heavier, like something was breaking inside him. "I'm sorry." I hung up. It was too late. The next day, the news reported that Brandon had jumped to his death.

Lawrence Schwartz, CEO of Schwartz Corporation, resigned in disgrace as the company announced bankruptcy restructuring. I turned off the news and switched to a popular comedy show. With laughter filling the room, the three of us raised our glasses together. "To a bright future! And to better days ahead!"

"Nico, you have your life. I have to walk my own path." "I'm not coming back to the East Coast." The hurtful words don't just disappear. People remember. I was put in the pillory. If I went back, every step I took would be on broken glass. That's a thousand times worse than letting go of a relationship. Nico inhaled softly, took my hands, and warmed them—just like he used to. "The recording. I'm sorry. I had someone make it. I don't know how it leaked. And that night… I didn't touch you."

Clarise lamented. "Come on and hurry up!" Leon suggested as he walked to the stage and held the drumsticks. Soon they started playing Counting Stars by OneRepublic. Hannah began the song in a sultry tone far from her speaking voice. Hannah: ~Lately, I've been, I've been losin' sleep Dreamin' about the things that we could be~ Zane: ~But baby, I've been, I've been prayin' hard....~ The patrons start standing up and dancing gleefully.

"You were right. We both are sinners. We have sinned against Isabella and her baby. So, let's atone for our sins here!" With these words, Henry pulled Sophie and jumped off the rooftop of the 34th floor. Sophie suffered a tragic death. Meanwhile, I watched them jump with my own eyes. Then, I watched as Sophie's dazed soul gradually dissipated. How lucky she was. With all her wicked deeds, she sure did make up for them real fast.

Maybe I had told him long ago. It did not matter. We were just people who used to know each other. I looked down at the road to ignore him, but as I passed, he grabbed my wrist. "I'm sorry, Maddie," he said. I pulled my hand free and replied flatly, "Did you come all this way just to say that? You shouldn't have. You're forgiven. Goodbye." He stepped into my path in panic. "I said I'm sorry, Maddie. Please don't break up with me. I'm begging you."

Nissa stood still, lips tightly pressed together, tasting the bitterness at the back of her throat. Why did life always hit her the hardest right when it started to feel like things might be okay? A few hours later, Benjamin returned from the hospital. The shop was empty. Not a single customer left. Zachary was cleaning in the kitchen. Nissa sat alone in a chair by the wall. No sunlight reached her. The shadowed corner made her look fragile, seemingly broken. Officials from the Public Health Service had already come. It was a confirmed case of food poisoning. The restaurant would be shut down temporarily. No one knew when it could reopen.

I looked up at the giant screen displaying wedding photos of Adrian and me and felt nothing but irony. Three messages popped up on my phone. "Iris, stop making trouble. I've already had the wedding dress cleaned and sent home. Tomorrow, you'll look beautiful wearing the wedding dress I made, and you'll marry me." "I'm calling in all the major media outlets to record this important moment of alliance between our two families." "Iris, I didn't break the promise I made when we were eighteen." Calmly, I pulled out the SIM card and tossed it out the car window. Along with it went my memories of being eighteen.

But when I woke up, I was still alone, paying for sins I'll never outrun. "Goodbye, Gina. I wish you and Ryan nothing but joy. In the next life, I swear I won't let you down." I shook the envelope, and a necklace fell out. It was the one that held the ashes of our first baby, Jeremy's last tether to the past, but now he had given it to me. Behind me, Ryan called out, asking me to cut the cake. I called back, slipping the letter into my drawer. Then, I fastened the necklace around my neck and walked toward him.

One day, after drinking, she took my hand and murmured, "You were the one who pulled me out of the darkness. I want to hold your hand for the rest of my life." Her cheeks were flushed. As she spoke, her eyes sparkled like a sky full of stars. Against my better judgment, I nodded. That very night, we pledged ourselves to each other for life. However, now, she had personally destroyed the very hands that gave her a second chance at life. The night of the family banquet, Mr. Bennett took me to the hospital, only for the doctor, Saul Hart, to tell me that the nerve damage in my hands was so severe I might never be able to draw again for the rest of my life.