At the wedding backstage.
"Why?" Ariya Fraser knelt on the floor and begged the man who was supposed to be her fiancé. "Stefan, am I not your fiancée? Why did it turn out to be Natalia? What did I do wrong?"
She was the one supposed to be Stefan's fiancée!
She loved Stefan Smith for seven years.
They were engaged when they were eighteen years old. Ariya had been Stefan's fiancée for seven years and she had dedicated her youth to Stefan.
For the past seven years, she had only one wish, that was to marry Stefan.
How could this happen?
Her fiancé was going to marry her stepsister!
Stefan tidied his suit in front of the mirror and said coldly, "Ariya, sorry."
Ariya looked at her father and rekindled hope: "Dad, say something. I should be the one marrying Stefan, right?"
The oral engagement was set for her by her father in the first place.
Her father couldn't just leave her like this.
Ariya’s father just glanced at her coldly, "You can’t blame others if you are unable to win a man's heart. The Holland family would not allow useless people to stay. Your younger sister is more capable than you. Don't make trouble at the wedding later. Otherwise, the Holland and Smith families would be the ones to lose face. I will find another partner for you after the wedding."
Ariya collasped on the ground.
Find her another partner.
A divorced man in his forties who suffered hair loss, had a big belly and two children. The man who had asked her to take care of his parents at home.
That was the man her father introduced to her.
How ironic!
How could she have such a terrible life!
Standing behind Ariya, Eloise Hussain, her stepmother was smiling broadly.
Ariya ended up sitting in the wedding auditorium.
She watched her fiancé’s wedding.
"The groom Stefan Smith and the bride Natalia Holland may exchange rings."
The emcee’s voice of ceremonies sounded from the stage.
Ariya covered her chest which was in excruciating pain. She forced herself to look at her fiancé and her stepsister exchanged rings and became a legal couple.
She had dreamed about this scene countless of times.
Stefan, who was smiling brilliantly, looked at her and exchanged rings with her.
She never expected that she would not be the main protagonist in the scene she dreamt of.
"Now the groom can kiss the bride."
Ariya could not hold back when she heard these words. She clutched her chest and rushed out of the church. As she stumbled, her mind flashed back to the moments of the seven years she and Stefan had spent together.
She thought she would definitely become Stefan's wife in her life.
Why?
Why did Natalia have to snatch her things every time!
"Be careful."
A sharp cry of a woman came from behind.
Ariya turned her head. She saw a beautiful girl about four to five years old staggering in the middle of the road and reaching for a ragdoll. "Ragdoll, I found you."
Behind the girl, a speeding car whizzed by.
"Be careful!"
Ariya rushed out and pushed the little girl away subconsciously, only to hear a loud bang coming from her body.
Ariya never knew that death was so painful.
The cold sensation penetrated her eyes, nostrils and every pore of the skin. The pain that followed was like an endless nightmare and her soul seemed to be floating out of her body.
She snapped her eyes opened.
The sight in front of her was bright and unfamiliar.
She only came back to her senses after a minute.
She was... in her room.
No.
She was in her room seven years ago.
She was twenty-five this year. She might be regarded as either somewhat more matured or a woman who was approaching her middle age soon. Why was the room in girly pink and sky-blue colors?
Huh?
She glanced at the red calendar on the wall: July 2nd, 2011.
Did she travel through time?
Ariya struggled to get up and looked around... She was sure that she was in the house of the Hollands' seven years ago.
The room was decorated in accordance with her step-sister, Natalia's preferences. However, Natalia resented it and gave the room to Ariya casually.
The house of the Hollands'? Why was she here?
The place where she had left and didn't want to return.
She struggled to get out of bed but fell back helplessly in the end due to the soreness of her waist. What strenuous exercise did she do yesterday that her muscles ached so much?
Wait a minute……
Strenuous exercise?
She lifted her quilt to find that she was naked. Her body was covered with bruises, hickeys, and even tooth marks. It was obvious what she had gone through.
What actually happened the day before?
Why couldn’t she remember anything?
She was only eighteen years old this year!
How could the man do it? What a beast.
Ariya clearly remembered that she gave her virginity to that scumbag Stefan in college.
Her memory seemed to be off here.
What was really going on?
Before she could react, an angry rebuke came from downstairs.
"Ariya Holland, get down here." It was the voice of her father.
Ariya pursed her lips.
Sure enough, what comes around will come around.
