No More Todays Like This
On New Year's Eve, I waited at home with a box of sparklers, hoping my fiancé would come. Instead, an earthquake struck. Trapped under fallen debris, I prayed for his safety. Little did I know, he was putting on a grand fireworks display across the city for his high school sweetheart who had just returned from abroad. The whole town buzzed with excitement, wishing them happiness. Meanwhile, I had lost my hearing in the disaster, with no hope of recovery. When I tried to break off our engagement and leave town, he stood before me, eyes red-rimmed and pleading. I couldn't understand a word he said. I simply wished him, 'May you always have a day like today, year after year.'Chapter 1 Chapter 1
On New Year's Eve, every home exuded warmth and light. I reheated a table full of dishes that had gone cold - roast turkey, mashed potatoes, and green bean casserole. Jake had mentioned he would be working late, but after calling his assistant, I discovered he hadn't even been to the office today. Despite multiple attempts to reach him, he failed to answer. We had been together for seven years and had recently gotten engaged. I should have had more trust in him, but an uneasy feeling lingered within me. Stepping out onto the balcony, I caught sight of the box of sparklers and fireworks in the corner. I had purchased them specifically to celebrate the New Year with Jake. Suddenly, the sky burst into light. The entire riverfront erupted with an array of fireworks. I couldn't help but wonder which wealthy bachelor was attempting to impress his date by illuminating the entire city. For a brief moment, I was captivated, completely unaware of the emergency alert blaring from my phone. By the time I felt the ground tremble beneath me, a massive crack had already formed at my feet. Before fear even had a chance to set in, the entire building collapsed. I lost my balance within an instant. Upon regaining consciousness, I found myself trapped beneath the rubble. Waves of pain surged throughout my body, rendering me immobile. A warm liquid trickled from my chest. Amidst the chaos of falling debris and people crying out in panic, I silently prayed for Jake's safety and well-being. ...... "Brenda Larson has two fractured ribs and a comminuted fracture in her right leg. She needs complete bed rest," I heard it as if through a cotton ball when I regained consciousness. The sounds were muffled and unclear. When the doctor saw that I was awake, his lips moved, but I struggled to understand what he was saying. Then it hit me - I couldn't hear his voice. Anxiously, I whispered, "I can't hear." He frowned at my words. A thought struck me, and I asked, "Is my boyfriend here?" If Jake was okay, he would surely have come to see me. The doctor shook his head, and worry began to creep in. After adjusting my blanket, he left. My chest ached dully, and everything was eerily silent. I must have drifted off to sleep. When I woke again, I could hear faint voices. "Did you hear about the fireworks display last night? They say the Thompson heir set them off for his girlfriend of seven years.""You mean Jake Thompson? That's so romantic!""Yeah, seven years together. Who knew the rich could have true love too?""Well, all we can do is wish them a lifetime of happiness..." Hearing familiar names, I snapped fully awake. Two nurses changing IV bags were chatting by my bed. "Are you talking about Jake Thompson from Thompson Enterprises?" I asked, my voice dry and raspy. They nodded. "There's only one Jake Thompson in this city. Who'd dare share a name with that heir?" I felt dazed, confusion washing over me. "You said his girlfriend of seven years..." Before I could finish, one nurse eagerly chimed in, "Curious too, huh? Word is, she's been abroad and just returned last month.""I think her name was Su... Susie something..." Susie Luther, I thought. Jake's ex-girlfriend who had just come back. So the fireworks I saw were for her? But wasn't I his girlfriend of seven years? A sharp pain shot through my chest, as if a hole had been torn open, letting in a rush of cold air. The agony spread with each labored breath, choking me like the debris from yesterday's collapse.
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"Miss, why are you crying?" The voice near my ear sounded muffled once again. So, my prayers amidst the rubble had been answered. When the earthquake struck, Jake was setting off fireworks to celebrate the return of his long-awaited sweetheart from abroad. How could a prayer like that go unanswered? The hospital released the test results. The doctor informed me that I had blast-induced hearing loss. The powerful shockwave from the earthquake had damaged my eardrums. Whether it was reversible or not would require further observation. To assist with my hearing, I was fitted with hearing aids. One day, Jake appeared in my hospital room. I was slowly making my way to the bed with the help of crutches. Seeing me in this state, he immediately frowned. He placed a thermos container on a nearby table and swiftly came over to lift me into his arms. I froze, finding myself on the bed before I could react. I turned to meet his worried gaze. "Does your right leg still hurt, Brenda?""It's my
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"But don't worry, I'll be a good husband." After my confrontation with Jake, I felt completely drained. Even after a nap, my chest still felt tight. I sat in the wheelchair and headed towards the elevator, planning to go to the ground floor garden. However, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a familiar thermos on a bench in the hallway. It looked exactly like the one Jake had brought. Frowning slightly, I instinctively wheeled over to it. The nearby hospital room door was slightly open, and a soft, melodious voice drifted out. "After all these years, you still remember I love chicken soup with eggs... "Even though I got slightly hurt in the earthquake, it's worth it to taste your homemade soup." Hearing this, I froze. As if drawn by some invisible force, I moved closer to the door. And then, I saw that familiar silhouette. Then, I heard the voice that had just professed love to me in my room: "Your love for fireworks, your fondness for chicken soup with eggs, and all your o
Destiny Picked a Better Man
On my twentieth birthday, my parents placed a stack of photos in front of me—eligible bachelors from elite families all over the country—and told me to pick one for an arranged marriage. I told my dad to leave it to fate and draw lots. In my past life, I had chosen without hesitation the man I’d long admired: Lucas Whitmore, the most eligible bachelor of Astor Hill's elites. But after we got married, I found out the truth. His first love—the girl he had always held dear, Claire Monroe—was devastated by our marriage. One night, heartbroken, she went out drinking and was assaulted by a group of thugs. Claire attempted suicide three times after that. And Lucas blamed it all on me. He handed over my family’s fortune to Claire, draining every last cent from the Meyers. In the end, Lucas even helped her cut the brake lines on our car. My parents and I died in that crash. Now that I’d been given a second chance at life, the name I drew was Liam Morgan—the reclusive heir from Orchard Valley, known for shunning the world and dedicating himself to Buddhism. But when I showed up arm-in-arm with Liam at our engagement party, Lucas lost his mind.
Born Again Without a Burden
After being reborn, the very first thing I do is schedule a hysterectomy. In my past life, my boyfriend's first love started a livestream channel to build her image as a brilliant OB-GYN. The moment she saw me vomiting, she deliberately claimed on livestream that I was pregnant. Right then and there, my boyfriend insisted that he had never even slept with me. I tried to explain, but she handed me medication to help sustain the pregnancy. She even told me to take care of myself and take them on time. Viewers made fun of my boyfriend, saying I had cheated on him. Furious, he broke up with me. Later, my personal information leaked, and countless men began harassing me for hookups. I couldn't take it anymore and jumped to my death. Meanwhile, his first love rode the fame wave of her brilliant OB-GYN persona, gaining followers and being idolized by her fans. But this time, I don't even have a uterus. Let's see how she plans to fake a pregnancy scandal now.
Death Comes in Twos
My Alpha's ex-girlfriend moves in with us, and whenever she sees me and my pup, she acts devastated. My Alpha accuses me of flaunting our pup to upset her, ordering us thrown into the basement without food. I beg for mercy, explaining our pup's fragile health and need for hospitalization, but he laughs at my 'pitiful act.' What he doesn't know is that saving him from an ambush cost me my wolf, and my pregnancy required multiple hospitalizations to prevent miscarriage. In the basement, I slash my wrists to feed my pup with my blood, but he still dies in my arms. With no wolf to heal myself, I lie in a pool of blood holding his cold body. Three days later, when my Alpha finally decides he wants his coffee made properly and to 'forgive' me, my blood is already flowing out of the basement.
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