The Rest Is Light

The day the Porter family went bankrupt, my elder sister, who had been engaged to Calvin Porter, claimed she was in love with someone else and cut ties with him without a second thought.

I was the one who stepped forward to take her place, becoming the laughingstock of our social circle.

I smoothed away all the hardness in him, tried to shape myself into the woman he liked, and swallowed countless moments of bitterness, hoping only to warm his distant heart.

Until our wedding day.

A car accident happened, and Calvin's first instinct was to shield my sister with his whole body.

"Rebecca, don't be scared. Where are you hurt? We'll get you to the hospital right away!"

He carried her into the ambulance without so much as glancing back at me.

I looked down at the iron rod piercing my chest and felt warm blood gush out.

It was only then I understood. He was not indifferent by nature, he was simply indifferent to me.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Calvin came to our house carrying the engagement gift.

The agony of the iron rod through my chest still lingered, and each breath felt like it tore me apart from the inside.

Just then, Rebecca Smith's voice, sweet and pleading, filled the room.

"Dad, I have someone else in my heart. Marrying him–I just can't do it."

In my previous life, I had fallen for her Oscar-worthy act and stepped in to take her place without a second thought. In this life, though, I refused to fall for it. I simply watched her perform, my lips pressed firmly in a tight line.

The room tensed up for a beat.

Dad–Nash Smith–knitted his brows, his mind obviously racing through the odds.

I braced myself for a repeat of the past, but then Calvin Porter's icy voice cut through the quiet.

He moved closer, his eyes briefly softening as they passed over Rebecca, then turned icy again when they landed on me.

"Mr. Smith, I didn't come here to talk about weddings."

Rebecca let out a relieved breath.

I blinked in surprise. Was it possible Calvin had a second chance at life too?

"And what brings you here?" asked Nash.

Calvin's face was a mask of humility. "The Porter family went broke, no longer fit for Rebecca. If I can't turn things around in three years, let's call off the marriage deal. Fair?"

The air shifted, charged with unspoken thoughts.

Rebecca drifted closer to me, as if by accident, and as she brushed by, my coffee cup tumbled to the floor.

She crashed down after it, a perfect picture of distress.

"Ahh!"

Her scream pierced the air, her hand turning a bright, angry red.

It all happened too fast for me to react.

A second later, I felt a heavy thud against my shoulder.

Stumbling backward from the forceful shove, a throbbing pain spread across my shoulder blades as my vision momentarily darkened.