Erased After My Husband Stood Me Up

My CEO boyfriend promised that if I gave the billion-dollar project to his first love, he would marry me immediately.

I agreed without hesitation. However, on the day we were supposed to register our marriage, he never showed up. I called him ninety-nine times, yet still could not reach him.

Just as I was about to give up, his first love posted a photograph of the two of them holding their marriage certificate.

[From school uniforms to wedding vows, our love's never changed.]

I silently liked the post.

Suddenly, the boyfriend who had been missing all day finally called me.

“Whitney got into a car accident trying to save me and lost her memory. The doctor said we need to keep stimulating her memories so she can recover.

“Don’t worry. Once she gets better, we’ll get married right away. You’re the one I truly love.”

What he did not know was that there was no future for us anymore. I was bound to a mission system, and the moment he failed to show up for our marriage registration, the system declared my mission a failure.

I would be completely erased in seven days.

“Jake, who are you talking to? The ceremony’s about to start.”

Just as I was about to hang up, a woman’s voice came through the phone.

My boyfriend, Jake, replied, “A client. I’ll be done in a minute.”

Then, he lowered his voice to comfort me.

“Baby, stop being upset, okay? I’m getting married today. I’ll call you back once I’m done.”

Beep, beep, beep…

The line went dead.

The staff glanced at me and asked, “Do you still want to process the paperwork?”

I shook my head and walked out.

A passerby handed me a can of soda when she saw how miserable I looked.

“Hey, it’s okay. There are plenty of good men out there. Don’t waste your life on just him.”

I looked at the cigarette dangling from her lips and boldly asked, “Can I have one too?”

I used to be heavily addicted to smoking, but Jake once said, “A girl should be graceful and ladylike. Smoking isn’t a good look.”

I quit smoking for him. I stopped for ten whole years.

I did not want to spend the last few days of my life trying to please him anymore.

The woman stared at me in surprise for a moment before handing me a slim cigarette.

“Thanks.”

Click!

The lighter flickered to life, and at that exact moment, the giant screen on the building across the street suddenly lit up with a live wedding broadcast.

The groom was unmistakably Jake.

How ridiculous.

On the very day the system had sentenced me to death, Jake was giving the woman he truly loved the wedding of the century.

Passersby stopped to admire the scene.

“Mr. Field really is loyal. He’s already rich, yet he still kept his promise and married his first love despite her being poor.”

The woman beside me nudged my arm.

“You