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Fatal Test: Dying For His Love

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 870    |    Released on: Today at 13:39

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rough the floor-to-ceiling

hoto frames from the hallway wall. She said it would test how jealous Jenna was. I told her to leave the bedside photo f

the living room. "The prank highlight reel is edi

y buddies were lounging on the sofas drinki

chest, while my mother poured cold water over her head. The scene cut to the bridge early yesterday morning. In the morning mist

ory pop music exploded. Bold

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upted in feverish

hole internet!" a groomsman shouted. "Everyone at the

mbling violently, her face as pale as paper. The moment before the horns sounded,

art where she falls to her knees. It looks too messy. When I walk

stood,

and pulled out an ivory dust bag. She unzipped it, revealing a

two fingers and shook it in disgust. "It smells like old her

to an oxygen tube, sewing that veil stitch by stitch with red, swollen, trembling han

my tone darkening. "Her mother m

s cheap rag at your high-society wedding, everyone in our circle will laugh at your family! My mom specially

oor. A worker did not notice and steppe

" I shout

ith tears. "I just wanted your wedding to be more high-class and respectable! If you care more a

inched the bridge of my nose: "All right, I'm sorry.

oard box. In the box was Jenna's only family photo - a pictur

ven-year anniversary album Jenna had made. She flipped two pages, took scissors, cut Jenna's smi

I frowned and rea

suddenly vibrated. The screen showed

he red button to reject it

ras for a full twenty-four hours," I shook my head. "Still acting,

nna. The last message wa

the wedding tomorro

. Not ev

ed the phone into my pocket. She had done this before - pl

othed the lapel of my custom sui

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Fatal Test: Dying For His Love
Fatal Test: Dying For His Love
“Three days before our wedding, the police notified me that my wealthy fiancé had drowned. His family blamed everything on me - slaps, curses, forcing me to kneel in the memorial hall for three days and three nights. In utter despair, I swallowed a lethal dose of antifreeze, climbed onto the bridge, and prepared to jump into the river to join him in death. Just as my body leaned forward and I was about to throw myself off, laughter and whistles suddenly erupted from behind the SUVs. My "drowned" fiancé walked out completely unharmed, talking and laughing with his childhood best friend. Lightly, casually, he announced that this was nothing but a "loyalty test" for me, and right there he put the wedding ring that was supposed to be mine onto his childhood best friend's hand as a reward. Looking at that ring, I suddenly understood that these seven years probably did not even count as a bet in his eyes. The deadly poison tore through my internal organs, and I violently coughed up large mouthfuls of black blood. But he only rolled his eyes in disgust and left me on the side of the road: "Stop pretending to be sick. Don't be late for the rehearsal dinner tonight." The hospital called the emergency line again and again. He rejected every call and warned the doctors not to play along with my jealous games. That night, I died in the cold resuscitation room. The next day, when the police delivered my death notification to his grand wedding, he stared at it and completely lost control.”