I Told My Past Self to Switch Grooms

Thanks to an accident, I'm somehow able to get on a phone call with the past version of me from seven years ago.

Upon hearing that I will be getting engaged to Edward Herring soon, Younger Me is so excited that she keeps rolling around in bed. She also claims that she will be the happiest woman in the world seven years later.

Am I happy, though?

I can only smile bitterly without saying anything. Then, I silently show Younger Me the old scars of the suffering and pain I've gone through in the past.

The gentle Edward is no longer here. Now, the Edward I'm with is the type who allows others to call me a manipulative bitch repeatedly and demands that I grovel to his first love, Madison Scott, and her family in a form of apology before our engagement.

"So, do you still want a future like this?"

The sparkle in Younger Me's eyes fades away instantly.

After that, my past has been rewritten.

Let's never see each other from the start, Edward Herring.

The rising starlet, Madison Scott, showed up with her family at my engagement party with Edward Herring.

Everyone's attention shifted to them in an instant. Edward let go of my hand and went over to greet her together with his mother.

Mrs. Herring, who had been wearing a cold expression just moments ago, immediately broke into a smile as she took Madison's hand. "You're finally here, Maddie."

Madison chatted with them with practiced ease.

People around us who were unaware began to grow curious about my relationship with them.

Edward's friends pointed at me and let out a chuckle. "Oh, her? She slept her way into this."

This wasn't something new.

Every time someone was curious, they would make sure to retell what happened back then.

Edward and I joined the same club back in college. I pursued him for two years, but he ended up getting together with his childhood friend, Madison.

I gave up once I knew he was taken.

But somehow, I ended up sleeping with Edward during one of our club gatherings.

That night, Madison enthusiastically offered drinks to both of us.

Unable to hold my liquor, I got drunk quickly. I clearly remember checking the room number and returning to my own room.

But the next day, she pushed open the door and barged in, catching us red-handed.

I was lying naked in Edward's bed, my body covered in hickeys.

Madison burst into tears on the spot, while he threw on his clothes, furiously demanding an explanation from me.

Everyone had known Edward as the perfect gentleman, and I was just an underclassman hopelessly obsessed with him.

No one believed my explanation. They called me a shameless, scheming bitch who was willing to do anything to get what she wanted.

The incident spread through the college's group chats when I returned to campus.

Later, Madison broke up with Edward and went abroad. I then became the target of