Boyfriend’s First Love Fakes Jumping into River, I End Up Abused ### The last thing Aria ever said to me was: “Do you know what’s stronger than true love? Dead true love.” And with a faint, bitter smile, she leapt off the high bridge. By some cruel twist of fate, Tyler and my brother happened to witness the exact moment she jumped. From that day forward, my life became a relentless act of atonement for Aria. Whenever Tyler or my brother thought of her, they would drag me back to that bridge, pressing my head down against the cold, rough pavement, forcing me to apologize for something I could never undo. For five years, I lived in the dust, crushed under the weight of their grief and my guilt. Tyler eventually stopped calling me a murderer. My brother, for the first time in five years, sat across from me at the dinner table. It felt like I could finally breathe again. But then Aria came back. She showed up out of nowhere, tears streaming down her face as she ran toward them, telling them how hard the past five years had been for her. I stood there silently, watching as their anger reignited. When they turned toward me, ready to shove my head down again in the name of her pain, I made my decision. I looked at them, then at the bridge. And just like Aria had done years ago, I jumped. This time, it’s my turn to start over.
On the seventh day after Aria jumped, Tyler and my brother, Brandon, tied a thick rope around me seven times before tossing me aside like a piece of trash. “Brandon,” Tyler growled, “if you hadn’t lied about me while I was drunk, Aria wouldn’t have spiraled into depression!” Tyler’s voice cracked with anger, but Brandon snapped back. “Oh, give me a break! You were the one stringing her along, breaking her heart over and over! I just helped you make a decision!” Their argument raged on, every word cutting through me even though I wasn’t the topic of their blame. My mouth was sealed shut with duct tape, my eyes wide with fear. I could only writhe on the ground, helpless like an insect, letting out muffled cries in a desperate attempt to get through to them. They didn’t know. They couldn’t know. I couldn’t die yet—because I was carrying Tyler’s baby. Finally, their argument ceased, but they both turned toward me with matching looks of hatred. My heart raced as I squirmed faster, trying to crawl away. Tyler grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to the edge of the bridge. My torso dangled over the guardrail, and I froze, paralyzed with terror. Behind me, Brandon took a deep drag of his cigarette, his voice trembling with tears. “Hannah, they still haven’t found Aria’s body. She’s probably lying cold and alone at the bottom of that river. God, I just want to throw you down there to join her!” Tyler’s hand shook as he clung to my hair. His voice cracked into a sob as he shouted at me. “Hannah, I married you! Why couldn’t you just leave her alone? You knew how hard Aria’s life was, didn’t you?!” My head was yanked back, my throat choking on silent screams as tears streamed down my face. I didn’t do it! She called me to that bridge! I didn’t say anything to her! Why wouldn’t they believe me? Suddenly, Tyler released me with a look of utter disgust, shoving me to the ground. “Hannah,” he spat, “I won’t let you die so easily. From now on, every single day you live will be to atone for what you did to Aria.” I curled up on the ground, clutching my stomach. I won’t die. My baby won’t die. We’ll survive this. We have to.
That night, I washed the dirt and fear off my body, then crept into the bedroom, trembling. When Tyler saw me, his eyes narrowed in anger. “Why are you here, you murderer? If I sleep next to you, I’ll probably dream of Aria crying!” I froze, instinctively hiding the pregnancy test behind my back. Tyler smirked and pulled something out from under his pillow—a white dress. He threw it at me. “Unless you put this on, I don’t even want to think about letting you into this room.” I swallowed hard, my hands shaking as I unfolded the dress. Of course. It was Aria’s dress. Is this how the rest of my life is going to be? Living in humiliation under her shadow? I touched my stomach, tears brimming in my eyes as I forced a bitter smile. “Tyler, the dress is too tight. I don’t think it’s going to fit me.” His expression darkened. He grabbed the pillow next to him and hurled it at me. I closed my eyes, bracing for the impact, and when it hit, I finally shouted. “Tyler, I’m pregnant!” The room went silent. For a brief moment, I dared to hope. I opened my eyes, praying to see even a flicker of happiness on his face. Instead, he let out a twisted laugh. “Hannah, is this what you’re bragging to Aria about? That you’re carrying my child?” Then his laughter turned to sobs as he clutched his head in his hands. “I’m guilty too. I killed Aria just as much as you did. And now someone like you is having my baby?” His head snapped up, his face twisted in anguish. His voice turned pleading, though his eyes burned with rage. “Hannah, we can’t keep this baby! It’s already stained with blood!” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I stepped back, trembling as he lunged toward me. Tyler grabbed me and dragged me to the edge of the bed, pinning me down. One hand gripped my jaw, forcing my mouth open, while the other rummaged through the nightstand. He pulled out a bottle of pills—birth control—and began shoving them into my mouth. Tears streamed down his face as he muttered under his breath, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. It’s just not the right time.” I struggled, shaking my head, trying to spit the pills out, but he wouldn’t let me. He didn’t stop until the pills were gone, then collapsed on the floor, his body shaking with sobs. I stumbled out of the room, my legs barely holding me up, and shakily dialed a number.
“Brandon, please,” I begged through my tears. “Take me to the hospital. My baby is in danger!” There was a pause, then laughter—cold, drunken laughter. “Hannah, you’re pregnant? And with Tyler’s kid? Do you think that’s fair to Aria, lying at the bottom of that river?” I froze, my heart sinking. I had forgotten—my brother wasn’t the man he used to be. The more he had loved Aria, the more he had come to hate me. I stumbled out into the road, cursing myself for never learning to drive. “You’ll never need to,” Tyler had once said with a smile. “I’ll be your driver for life, my little princess.” The house was far from the city, and it took me hours to catch a ride to the hospital. But just as I reached the nurse’s station, I felt a sharp warmth between my legs. My heart sank, and everything went black. When I woke up, I was lying in a hospital bed. Tyler sat beside me, his face weary and his eyes bloodshot. “My baby…” I whispered. Tyler’s voice was flat, empty. “Hannah, the baby… is gone. It’s gone to atone for us. For Aria.” He tried to sound calm, but his red eyes betrayed him. He had been crying. Was it for Aria? Or for the child we had lost? I pulled the blanket over my head and sobbed silently. I thought he’d be happy. Instead, he killed our baby with his own hands.
After that day, the three of us—Tyler, Brandon, and I—became nothing more than walking corpses, trapped in a cycle of guilt and blame. I could never understand why Aria chose death as her way of punishing us. Brandon had loved her to the point of madness. He even betrayed his own brother, Tyler, by getting him drunk and sending him to my bed. The day I lost my baby, Tyler and I stopped sharing a room. We both saw the other as a murderer, each of us stained with blood, an invisible wall of resentment keeping us apart. Every year, on Aria’s death anniversary, Brandon would lose his mind. He’d come to my house, tie me up, and vent his pain all over again. Tyler would stand in the corner, smoking, watching it all unfold with cold indifference. But on the fifth year, Tyler finally spoke. “Brandon,” he said quietly, exhaling smoke, “Aria was so kind… Do you think she’d want us to live like this?” Brandon froze, his hands gripping the rope, staring at me. My face was numb, as it had been for years. He yanked me close by the collar and growled, “I’m letting you go—not because I forgive you, but because I don’t want to go against Aria’s wishes.” How disgusting. I could barely muster a smile. Aria, kind? Was it kindness when she falsely accused me of breaking her mother’s keepsake, forcing Brandon to make me kneel at her mother’s grave until my forehead bled? Was it kindness when she cried and played the victim, making everyone believe I was bullying her? Ever since the my family adopted Aria, I—their biological daughter—had been treated like an outsider. But for the first time in five years, the three of us sat down at the same table for a meal. Tyler, his eyes red and swollen, raised his glass and muttered, “I’m sorry,” before downing the whole thing in one gulp. For a moment, it felt like a sliver of light had broken through the suffocating darkness. But then Brandon suddenly stood up, his face pale with shock as he stared at the doorway.
“Tyler, Brandon! I thought I’d never see you again!” There she was—Aria. After disappearing for five years, she stood at the door, soaked from the rain, trembling with her arms wrapped around herself. Brandon lost all composure, grabbing his coat and rushing to her side. Next to me, Tyler’s eyes were locked on her, his thoughts swirling so violently that he looked like he might explode. Aria. She was back. Was she even real? Brandon held her tightly as he led her into the house, his lips quivering with emotion. Aria glanced at the table, then at the three of us. “I’m so relieved to see you all doing so well,” she said softly, her voice as gentle as ever. But her words struck Brandon and Tyler like a thunderclap. Brandon flipped the table in a frenzy, shouting, “Aria, every day without you has been nothing but pain!” Aria gave him a faint smile, tears welling up in her eyes as she turned to look at Tyler. The dam holding back Tyler’s emotions broke, and tears streamed down his face. “Aria… you’re really back.” But when her eyes met mine, she shrank into Brandon’s arms, trembling. “Hannah, why did you push me off the bridge?” she cried. “I was hurt, lost my memory, wandered for years… I almost died!” I stood frozen. Push her? Tyler and Brandon’s eyes darkened with hatred as they turned toward me. Before I could say a word, Tyler’s hand lashed across my face. “I thought you were just vain,” he roared. “But you’re a monster!” Brandon tightened his grip on Aria, his expression ice-cold. “From now on, you’re no longer part of my family. I don’t have a sister anymore.” I looked at the three of them and laughed bitterly, my smile twisting into something feral. “Aria,” I said through gritted teeth, “I can’t believe you survived that fall. Why didn’t you just die for real?” Tyler slapped me again. Blood dripped from the corner of my mouth, but I wiped it away and slapped him back, my eyes blazing. “If I killed someone, I’ll turn myself in! But don’t you dare lay a hand on me. You’re no saint, Tyler—your hands are just as bloody as mine!” Tyler stumbled back, stunned by my defiance. Aria stepped forward, her voice soft and pleading. “Please, let’s just move on now that I’m back. Hannah, can’t we be sisters again?” Brandon kissed her forehead and whispered, “You’re amazing, Aria.” How ironic. I scoffed. “A murderer like me doesn’t deserve to be your sister. Why don’t we settle this once and for all? Tomorrow, at the bridge.” With that, I walked out the door. Aria followed me, grabbing my arm and crying. But her voice dropped to a venomous whisper. “No matter what you do, they’ll always believe me. Now that I’m back, you’re nothing. You’ll always be nothing.” I yanked my arm free and glared at her. “I’ve never wanted to fight you, Aria. And I never will.”
The next day, the three of them arrived together. Tyler was the first to speak. “Hannah, what kind of game are you trying to play now?” I ignored him, my voice steady as I asked, “Tyler, on our wedding night, when you said you had urgent business at work, were you really with Aria?” Tyler said nothing, but Aria sniffled and spoke up. “Hannah, don’t be mad. I was drunk that night… I wouldn’t let Tyler leave.” I let out a bitter laugh and turned to Brandon. “And you, big brother. The heir to the Shen family business, throwing it all away for a woman. You don’t even care that everyone knows you’re wearing the biggest ‘green hat’ in town. You really love her, huh?” Brandon’s face darkened. His actions over the years had already drawn the ire of the family. Tyler snapped. “Did you call us here just to stir up trouble?” I shook my head with a weary smile. “We grew up together. When have I ever won an argument? I’ve bowed my head so many times I should be a professional by now.” Seeing their hesitation, I smiled faintly, tears streaming down my face as I turned to Tyler. “Honey,” I said mockingly, “I’m going to join our baby now.” And with that, I climbed onto the railing and jumped. The wind roared past me, and their screams tore through the air. For the first time in years, I laughed. Finally, I was free.
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