The Runaway Bride
Language: en
That year, at eighteen, I fell ill saving Jasper. Everyone in our circle said I was his lifeline. Until, Jasper’s mistress confronted me. The young, beautiful girl looked at me with pity, then showed me a video. In the video, Jasper’s friend asked, “Are you really going to marry that sickly girl? What about the canary you keep outside?” Jasper didn’t even lift an eyelid. His voice was flat. “She’s like a porcelain doll; you can’t even touch her. What normal man can put up with that?” “I’m only marrying her to repay an old kindness.” So it was just to repay a debt. I didn’t cry or make a…