Exam Day Betrayal: He Carried Her Future

On the day of the college entrance examination, my boyfriend's childhood friend realizes she has left her admission pass at home. He insists on going back to get it for her, but I try to stop him.

In the end, she misses her liberal arts examination. Driven to despair, she jumps to her death.

Later, my boyfriend and I are both admitted to Bloomdale University, the best university in the country. We build successful careers and earn seven-figure salaries—our marriage is perfect.

However, on the death anniversary of my boyfriend's childhood friend, he stabs me repeatedly, taking my life.

"It was your fault she died," he says. "If I had gone back to get Ginger's admission pass, she wouldn't have lost hope and taken her life."

When I open my eyes again, I realize I am back on the same day of the examination.

My boyfriend's anxious voice rings in my ear. "Amelia, I need to go back to get Ginger's examination admission pass."

This time, I smile and say, "Go ahead. Please be careful."

30 minutes before the college entrance examination, I stood at the school gate, waiting to be let inside. Maverick Barkley ran toward me, breathless and anxious, sweat pouring down his face.

"Amelia, Ginger left her admission pass at home. I need to go back and get it for her."

I nodded calmly. "Go ahead. Please be careful."

Still panting, Maverick added, "After the science exam, wait for me at the school gate. I want you to come along to buy Ginger a birthday present."

With zero hesitation, I looked straight at him and said, "No need. Maverick, let's break up."

He froze, lifting his gaze in shock. Then, his brows furrowed, irritation flashing across his face as he asked, "Amelia Radford, what's with the attitude? I'm just helping Ginger get her admission pass. Nothing's going on between us."

I nodded, my voice flat. "I know. I just want to break up. I don't think we're right for each other."

Maverick stared at me, then let out a short, mocking laugh. Turning away, he snorted. "Fine. If you want to break up, so be it. Just don't regret it."

With that, he turned and disappeared into the sea of examinees.

I watched his retreating figure, the corner of my lips curving into a small smile.

Don't worry, Maverick. This time, I won't be the one regretting anything.

In my previous life, when Maverick wanted to go back for Ginger Livingston's admission pass, I stopped him.

"The exam is about to start. What if you don't make it back in time and miss it?" I warned him.

He looked torn, but in the end, he listened to me and took the exam as scheduled.

I never imagined that when the results were released, Ginger's results plummeted after she missed her liberal arts exam. In despair, she jumped to her death.

Later, Maverick and I were both enrolled at Bloomdale University—the best university in the country. After graduating,