Chapter 1

On the day of our fifth anniversary, I took Julian home to meet my parents. He gave me two "unforgettable" gifts that day.

First, he tied my father to a chair and, in front of the old man, tore off my clothes.

Second, he deliberately opened the front door, letting my mother, who suffered from Alzheimer's, rush out into the pouring rain. The moment she was struck by a truck and sent flying, my father was still bound to the chair, forced to watch it all unfold.

My father, in a fit of despair, broke free from his restraints and leaped from the 23rd floor. His blood splattered onto the hot griddle of a breakfast diner below.

Overnight, I lost everyone I loved.

I knelt in the pool of blood and asked him why.

He merely pinched my chin and sneered, "Evelyn, did you really think I loved you? I came for revenge."

It turned out that ten years ago, during a medical malpractice incident, his father died on my father's operating table. His mother took her own life soon after.

So, he spent five years meticulously weaving this web of love, just to make me experience the desolation of losing my entire family.

Later, he kept me captive, tormenting me. I tried to kill myself 99 times, and he saved me 99 times.

He said we would torment each other until we grew old.

But he didn't know that in the year we loved each other most, when he desperately needed a heart transplant, it was I who secretly signed the donation agreement.

Now, an artificial heart beats in my chest.

Only seven days left until it stops.

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