The Bride Who Vanished: His Public Humiliation

The Bride Who Vanished: His Public Humiliation

Gong Moxi

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I woke up to the acrid smell of smoke and the piercing screams from the university's burning arts building. My twin sister, Chloe, was trapped inside. My boyfriend, Ryan Ashton, stood poised to run, a heroic silhouette against the licking flames. But a memory, sharp and cold, sliced through me – my first life, a nightmare I' d lived and died. I remembered him shoving me, my hand smashing against debris, crushing the bones and ending my promising violin career. Chloe died anyway, yet he blamed me, publicly shaming me. He then married me. Not for love, but for a twisted, prolonged revenge. He systematically broke me down, convinced everyone I was a monster, even my own parents who coldly agreed, calling me selfish. My existence became a quiet, constant hell until he locked me in a suffocating room, leaving me to die. Now, it was happening again: the fire, the screams, Ryan ready to play the savior. Every agonizing moment, every betrayal, every whispered accusation from my family hammered in my mind. The sheer, burning injustice of my first life fueled a new, chilling resolve. But this time, I knew. This time, I would break the cycle. I stepped aside. He charged headlong into the inferno, screaming Chloe' s name, never once looking back at me. My hands remained perfect, unscathed. My future was mine alone. This time, destiny would be rewritten. This time, my revenge would be a symphony.

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I woke up to the acrid smell of smoke and the piercing screams from the university's burning arts building.

My twin sister, Chloe, was trapped inside.

My boyfriend, Ryan Ashton, stood poised to run, a heroic silhouette against the licking flames.

But a memory, sharp and cold, sliced through me – my first life, a nightmare I' d lived and died.

I remembered him shoving me, my hand smashing against debris, crushing the bones and ending my promising violin career.

Chloe died anyway, yet he blamed me, publicly shaming me.

He then married me.

Not for love, but for a twisted, prolonged revenge.

He systematically broke me down, convinced everyone I was a monster, even my own parents who coldly agreed, calling me selfish.

My existence became a quiet, constant hell until he locked me in a suffocating room, leaving me to die.

Now, it was happening again: the fire, the screams, Ryan ready to play the savior.

Every agonizing moment, every betrayal, every whispered accusation from my family hammered in my mind.

The sheer, burning injustice of my first life fueled a new, chilling resolve.

But this time, I knew.

This time, I would break the cycle.

I stepped aside.

He charged headlong into the inferno, screaming Chloe' s name, never once looking back at me.

My hands remained perfect, unscathed.

My future was mine alone.

This time, destiny would be rewritten.

This time, my revenge would be a symphony.

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