Rewriting My Story

My fiancé, Conrad Reese, fell in love with his secretary, Kelly Dunn, and insisted on breaking off our engagement.

I tried to reason with him. "She doesn't have any power behind her; she can't help you become the heir to the Reeses' fortune. You'd be better off keeping her as your mistress."

Kelly, feeling insulted, threw herself off a building in front of everyone.

Five years later, after he became the heir, the first thing he did was divorce me, destroying my family in the process.

"This is what you owe Kelly," he said.

I woke up again, and it was my 22nd birthday.

Conrad's grandfather asked me what my wish was.

"I hope Conrad and Ms. Dunn… will live happily ever after."

I bowed slightly and said, "Please, Mr. Jonathan. I hope you'll let me end my engagement with Conrad."

I died on a rainy day.

The vibrant maple leaves, usually scattered across the mountainside, were nowhere to be seen because Conrad Reese couldn't wait any longer.

I tumbled down the steps, blood pooling beneath me.

But he wasn't satisfied.

He shoved me down the stairs again and again, each time more forcefully.

The pain was so intense that I could barely make a sound, but I still couldn't help but ask, "Why… are you doing this?"

I didn't understand.

Our families had always been close, and Conrad and I grew up together.

For over a decade, my family had supported him in securing his position as the heir.

But he set a trap, pulling my father into it, leading to the destruction of my family and my father's death from a heart attack.

"Why, Conrad?" I gripped his clothes, desperate.

Conrad's face was pale, almost ghostly, and though he was the one who ruined my family, his expression made it seem as if I was the one who had wronged him.

"This is what you all owe Kelly," he spat, gritting his teeth.

Kelly?

Kelly Dunn?

The name felt unfamiliar, and it took me a moment to remember her.

Then I remembered her face—the innocent, fragile look that came to mind without warning.

I couldn't stop myself from laughing.

Five years had passed.

It turned out that Conrad had never forgotten her during all this time.

He had blamed her death on me, blaming the entire Harmon International.

"Conrad, you're really—"

An idiot!

I didn't get the chance to say the words before Conrad had his hands tightly around my neck.

My breath was slowly drained from my chest.

Blood dripped from the corner of my mouth.

It looked just like the red leaves that had fallen on the ground.

"Shirley, are you having another headache?"

The cold rain vanished.

The hard floor disappeared.

The crisp autumn air filled the space, and the room buzzed with guests.

It was my 22nd birthday party and my engagement party with Conrad.

Maybe God wanted to give me a second chance; in the blink of an eye, I was reborn.

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