He left me at the altar not knowing i was dying Chapter 16

16.  Everything was over.  I asked the system softly, “It’s done, right?”  “Not yet.”  The system’s response was unexpected:  “Let me take you back. Ten years ago, before you accepted the task to pursue Tristan Wilder…”  The system’s cold voice echoed in my mind.  Before I could respond, a blinding light flashed in front of … Read more

He left me at the altar not knowing i was dying Chapter 14

14.  dup in our tiny apartment for a week, without food or water.  Tristan stayed at Gull Cove, holed up  Finally, he left.  But as soon as he returned to the city, he saw two familiar figures.  Rachel Whitmore, arm–in–arm with Cole Hawthorne, smiling sweetly.  once  upon a time, Rachel had clung to his arm … Read more

He left me at the altar not knowing i was dying Chapter 13

13.  Tristan eventually went to the hospital where I had been treated. From the doctor, he obtained my medical report from years ago.  “Severe myocarditis caused by prolonged exposure to rain.”  That one sentence was like a knife, stabbing into Tristan’s eyes.  He recalled that night  When he found out Rachel had gotten a new … Read more

He left me at the altar not knowing i was dying Chapter 12

The system’s voice echoed in my mind:  “Since you’re already here, you might as well stay and watch the ending”  There was a trace of regret in its tone.  I nodded and, like a detached observer, watched the chaos unfold beneath me.  Because of my death, Tristan and Rachel Whitmore’s wedding couldn’t continue.  The guests … Read more

He left me at the altar not knowing i was dying Chapter 11

11.  Rachel Whitmore stood beside Tristan, clinging to his arm, her white dress making her look even more radiant.  Compared to her, I looked like a ghost–worn down by time, by life.  Rachel clung to him, her voice soft, pretending to be remorseful,  “Oh, Tristan, it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have come back… I shouldn’t … Read more

He left me at the altar not knowing i was dying Chapter 10

He looked at me this pale, worn–out version of myself–and then back at the polished, glowing Rachel standing beside him.  “Lana Brooks, what are you doing here?”  His voice was sharp, laced with irritation.  Every time Tristan used to speak to me like this, I would always try to soothe him, bending over backward to … Read more