Ten Years Forward: I Didn't Marry Him, and My Life Was a Living Hell
Language: en
I had traveled ten years into the future, and I was furious. I was ready to give my future self a piece of my mind. "Did he cheat on me, or did he get rich and forget his roots?" "I knew it. You can never trust the love of a poor boy." "Where is he? If I don't vent this anger, my name isn't Fiona Sterling." My 31-year-old self stared at me numbly, her eyes hollow and dead. She opened her mouth, her cracked lips splitting and bleeding, as she pulled a mocking, bitter smile. "Heh... Where is he? He's dead." She suddenly lunged at me. "Didn't you know? He was in pain. He was sick. Why…