It Was You

"Cassandra, I've never liked you. Let's break up…"

"You are my fate. I will have you as my wife for the rest of my life."

"Bastard! She is your sister! How dare you?! Get out of here! I don't have a daughter like you!"

"She is just a rubbish person."

'My head hurts...'

Her memory was so painful, tearing her into a million pieces. As she thought about it again, her headache became more severe. With that, she groaned while curling up into a ball..

There was no one inside the room except her. She stared at the handcuff around her wrist connected to the bedpost. She tried to wriggle it but only caused it to leave a red mark. There was even blood overflowing from it.

The cold sweat formed on her forehead and the cold air filled the whole room.

After a long time, she opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was two glaring red characters with the meaning of "happiness" posted on the wall, and a big poster hanging on the wall.

Her eyes widened and her body stiffened at a certain point. The familiar scene overwhelmed her.

How could this be? Wasn't it the night before her wedding?!

to marry the evil man. The only thing she wanted was to stay with the man she loved. As a result, the

not

all a part of a plan when she tried to run away and meet her beloved. She thought she'd

should stand by the side of that devil. The man she loved so much even pushed her into the abyss step by

she had no expectation in life. When the man came to take her home, she could predict how

she fell into the sea and was struggling

to the night five years ago when she had married Martin Lu, taking the place of her sister

her looked so real, and she was sure that it was not a

I in the same place five years ago? From the very

taken away by her sister, and the man she had loved betraying her. Since then, they had forced her

to go through everything again?

and the

her white and slender fingers, which seemed

with sweat all over her. After

black gate. She knew well that Roger

the CEO of the GR Group, the only man she loved before and for whom

wearing

tensed with clenched fists while she glued her eyes to the man. In the empty and quiet room, the

sorry, but the woman I love is Susan. Marry Martin for the sake of

was then in her previous life that she gave up