The Running Commentary That Fueled My Comeback
One day, a wealthy couple is invited to give a speech at my university.
My childhood sweetheart, Henry McGregor, tugs me along, eager for us to sneak out to the cafeteria and do some part-time work.
He tells me to go grab the empty bucket from the shelf.
But just as I take a step, a flood of messages suddenly appears in front of my eyes.
[Don't touch that bucket! It's filled with scalding soup that Henry prepared. He wants to ruin your face!]
[Three years ago, Henry had his first love impersonate you, becoming the long-lost daughter of the Wright family. Now, he plans to disfigure you so you'll never be able to return.]
[You'll endure severe burns all over your body and undergo countless skin grafts. In the end, the fake heiress will poison you by swapping your medicine.]
[Meanwhile, that scumbag will marry into the Wright family. Along with the impostor, they'll drain the Wrights of everything they have.]
[You need to go back right now and let Mrs. Wright see your face. This is your only chance to reclaim your rightful place as their daughter!]
At that moment, I hear Henry urging me again to hurry and move the bucket. As I glance at the flood of messages once more, I freeze, stopping dead in my tracks.