Where Love and Hate Collided, Time Healed in ScarsChapter 1
The night before my wedding, my fiancé secretly brought his eight mistresses into our bed, pretending he was just doing push-ups. When I arrived, a fight broke out right away. I was about to slap the last girl when he quickly stepped in front of her and looked at me seriously.
He said, “You can slap the others, but not her.”
I couldn’t help but sneer and ask before kicking him down the stairs, “Why not?”
Three years ago, Robert Fuentes sent me to prison with his own hands. I was sentenced to three years. On the day I was released, he came to pick me up while pushing a wheelchair with a familiar face that he had shown to me before.
Robert said, “I made a terrible mistake back then. Let’s keep our engagement going.”
The last girl looked at me with tears in her eyes.
“Amelia, you pushed me downstairs and injured my legs. Robert couldn’t stand seeing me like this, so he took care of me for three years. Don’t worry, I’ve already booked a flight. I’ll be leaving soon.”
I looked at her slightly swollen belly and let out a cold laugh.
“Whatever,” I said flatly.
The person I had spared three years ago now deserved to die.
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