My boyfriend died in a plane crash. I missed his last call before he died. He left me a voicemail. “Harriet, they said I should leave my final words. I just want to tell you I will always love you.” Because of this, I made a deal with the system. I entered endless cycles in worlds and died 99 times. In return, I gained the chance to turn back time. This time, I saved him. But I never expected he only faked his death for his first love. I sat on the sofa, breathing heavily. My mind was blank. “Harriet, the plane is about to take off. I have to go now,” Bradley Moore said. He stood by the door, dragging his suitcase while putting on his shoes. I snapped out of my daze and looked at him. In an instant, my mind became clear. I shouted, “Don’t go.” Bradley flinched in surprise. “You scared me. Stop messing around. I’ll be late.” Ignoring my words, he opened the door to leave. I jumped up and rushed to block the door. I would not let him leave no matter what. Bradley’s expression turned anxious. He tried to move my hands away. He said, “Harriet, stop joking. That performance is very important. I can’t be late.” I shook my head and gripped the door handle tightly. Bradley paced in front of the door, growing more frustrated. Time passed slowly. He kept making phone calls, while I looked at him intently. “I can’t leave the house right now. I don’t know what is going on with her today,” he said over the phone, glancing at me. I didn’t register a word he said. I just focused on stopping him. When the clock struck noon, I finally exhaled in relief. Bradley slammed his suitcase on the ground. “Great! The plane has taken off. Are you happy now?” he huffed. I leaned against the wall, exhausted but relieved. I had succeeded. I had saved him. Bradley clenched his fists, snorted, and walked away. After he left, I collapsed on the sofa. My legs were weak, but I smiled. I had saved him. Those 99 deaths in the small worlds were not in vain. Bradley stayed in his study all day. At night, I made his favorite dishes and went to the study door. Just as I was about to knock, I heard voices inside. “What should we do now?” Bradley asked. “I was ready to fake my death in the plane crash and disappear. Everything was set. But that crazy woman wouldn’t let me leave the house.” The person on the other end of the phone said something to calm him down. Bradley’s voice softened. “I can’t wait to be with you, Amber.” I couldn’t hear the rest. My mind was blank, replaying his words. He talked about faking his death. It sounded like he hadn’t died from the crash in the last life. I wondered if that was his plan to be with Amber Shaw. My blood ran cold. The truth hit me hard. I covered my mouth with my right hand, afraid I’d scream. My left hand dug into my palm, the pain keeping me conscious. Staggering, I turned to leave. “Who’s there?” Bradley called out.
I hid in the bedroom. Bradley quickly walked over and pushed the door open. His tone showed clear anxiety. He asked, “Harriet, did you hear me talking outside just now?” I shook my head. “No, did you talk to me?” I instinctively covered up the fact that I had heard him. Bradley sighed in relief. He said, “Next time, remember to knock when you come into my study.” “Okay.” I nodded. “I made the dishes you like. Let’s eat.” Bradley hesitated for a moment, then looked at me apologetically. He said, “I’m sorry, but Amber needs me for something. I have to go.” He came over and kissed me. I stiffly looked up at him. His face was calm, and his expression serene. I nodded. “Today is our fifth anniversary.” Bradley froze in place. His mouth opened and closed several times. “I really can’t stay,” he said. “We’ll celebrate it next time.” He took the car keys and left. I sat there, stunned. After a long time, I dragged my tired body and my confused mind to the dining table. I numbly shoved the food into my mouth. I was still in a daze from what I had just heard. I thought back to this same day in my past life. It was also our fifth anniversary. At that time, Bradley told me, “Harriet, I have a performance abroad.” I didn’t think much of it. I thought it was just a normal performance. But I didn’t expect that once Bradley left, he never came back. When the plane started to hit turbulence, he tried to call me. But I was angry because he wasn’t with me for the anniversary, so I rejected his call. In the end, I only received one last message from him. “They said I should leave my final words. I just want to tell you I will always love you.” I couldn’t accept that reality. I was so sad, I even thought about dying with him. It was then that the system approached me. I made a deal with it. I went to those collapsing worlds, dying again and again. Finally, after the 99th death, I was given the chance to reverse time. But reality slapped me hard in the face. Bradley wasn’t dead at all. It was all part of his scheme to be with Amber. I felt a deep sorrow in my heart. Everything I had done for him was meaningless. It was all my own wishful thinking. At the same time, Amber updated her social media. It was a picture of a dog. [Let’s wish my little dog a happy fifth birthday.] In the corner of the photo was a pair of men’s hands. The wrist was wearing the watch I had given him. At midnight, Bradley still hadn’t come home. I got up from the living room and walked to the bedroom, diving into the cold bed. In the past, Bradley would warm the bed for me. He wouldn’t let me feel even a hint of cold. The next day, I sat in the dining room eating breakfast. Bradley pushed the door open and entered, holding a bouquet of obviously withered flowers. When he saw me, he handed me a box. Inside was a chain. I looked up at him in disbelief. This was clearly the chain taken off Amber’s dog yesterday. It wasn’t even good enough to be considered scrap. He said, “Anniversary gift. I was in a hurry. I didn’t buy anything expensive. “I’ll buy you something better next time.” His expression was calm, without any hint of guilt. I silently accepted it. He seemed a bit surprised by my reaction, glancing at me several times. I bypassed him, ready to leave for work. I picked up a blue hat hanging on the door, ready to put it on. Bradley’s angry voice came from behind. “That hat isn’t for you.”
I turned to look at him, holding the hat with confusion. Bradley’s face was full of anger as he quickly walked over and snatched the blue hat from my hand. His face showed deep affection, as if the hat in his hand was the most precious treasure. After a moment, he looked back at me. Maybe he realized his actions had been too impulsive. He awkwardly spoke. “Harriet, this hat isn’t for you. If you want one, I’ll buy you another.” I looked at the hat. The stitching was obviously done by hand. As for who it was made for, his actions spoke for themselves. “Okay,” I said, turning to leave. Once I got to the company, I received a picture from Amber. In the photo, she was wearing that same blue hat. Even though I already knew the truth, my heart still ached for a moment. I honestly had no idea how to face them. All I could do was keep avoiding it. It seemed like as long as I pretended not to know, nothing would have happened. After work, I followed my colleague to a concert. When I arrived, I found out it was Bradley’s performance. I sat in the audience. It wasn’t until an hour later that it was his turn to go on stage, but he was with a familiar figure. It was Amber. They performed a wonderful duet. Even their outfits were couple-themed. I clenched the edge of my clothes tightly, trying to suppress the urge to rush onto the stage. After the performance, the two of them took a bow. Bradley suddenly pulled out a flower and knelt in front of Amber. He said, “Amber, this is our third year together. From the first moment I saw you, I knew I had fallen for you. “I’ve thought about it for a long time and finally decided to confess today. “Amber, I like you. I hope you’ll be my girlfriend.” He spoke with such sincerity. His hand holding the flower trembled, and his eyes were filled with tears. But his confession was the same one he said to me five years ago. He once told me that he had fallen for me. It turned out these words weren’t just for me. He could say them to someone else too. Amber covered her face with both hands, nodding eagerly. She said, “Yes.” They hugged on stage and cried. The audience cheered for them to kiss. And I, the real girlfriend, could only watch numbly. Then something happened. The beam above the stage collapsed, and the theater was thrown into chaos. In the crowd, I was knocked to the ground. Through the gaps, I saw Bradley protecting Amber as they ran out. When they passed by me, he even pushed me aside roughly, telling me not to block the way. I cried out in pain, “Bradley.” Bradley looked back at me in disbelief and panic. But the next second, he firmly protected Amber and ran out without hesitation. About ten minutes later, I was rescued. I was taken to the hospital. Bradley just disappeared. He didn’t send a single message. Instead, I received a message from Amber. It was an ultrasound report.
I received a message from Amber. [Harriet, I’m sorry, I sent it to the wrong person. I meant to send it to Bradley.] [I’ll withdraw it now.] But even after half a minute, she didn’t withdraw it. I stared at the ultrasound picture for a long time. My eyes stung, and tears fell uncontrollably. She was already two months pregnant. Two months ago, Bradley had just proposed to me. He said we would get married at the end of the year. I turned off my phone screen. I didn’t want to see these upsetting things anymore. After dealing with the wound on my calf, I got discharged and went home. When I arrived, I saw Bradley busy in the kitchen. A delicious aroma filled the air. It smelled like soup. I went to the kitchen and saw him putting soup into a thermal bottle, obviously about to go out. I thought of the photo Amber had just sent me. I immediately knew the soup was for her. When Bradley turned around with the thermal bottle and saw me, he froze. He looked at my leg with guilt. He said, “Amber is alone in the hospital. I’m worried about her, so I’m going to check on her. “Oh, I made some soup for you. Try it.” I looked at the pot. It was just leftovers and scraps. I asked, “I was at the scene today too. Did you see me?” As expected, his face turned pale. He stammered, “No. I didn’t see you.” I watched his clumsy acting and suddenly felt tired. I turned and walked to the bedroom. “Then forget it,” I said. I didn’t know when Bradley left or when he came back. After he returned, he seemed like a different person. He took care of me meticulously. Half a month later, Bradley suggested a road trip to Teburn. I agreed. When I saw Amber in the car, I wasn’t surprised at all. Bradley, however, looked flustered. He hurriedly explained, “Harriet, let me explain. Amber said she hadn’t been to Teburn and wanted to go. I thought it would be safer to bring her along.” He looked at me anxiously, worried that I wouldn’t believe him. I nodded calmly. From the passenger seat, Amber shot me a smug look. Throughout the trip, Amber caused trouble constantly. Bradley would only say she was just a young girl, asking me to be patient with her, even though I wasn’t much older than her. As we approached our destination, Amber insisted on seeing the sunrise from the mountaintop. Bradley, unable to resist her pleas, went with her. I was left alone in the inn. That night, an earthquake hit Teburn. Trapped under the rubble, I suddenly had a thought. “System, are you there?” I called out to the system that hadn’t appeared for a long time. A moment later, it responded, “Host, I’m here. Do you need help?” The mission was over, and the system had promised to grant one request. I hadn’t used it yet. Now I wanted to use it. I said, “I want to leave. Can you help me fake my death?”
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