The Boy I Saved Destroys Me—This Time I’ll Watch Him FalChapter 1
The day before the college entrance exam, Blake agreed to go out and celebrate his coming-of-age with a girl he had only recently met at a bar—a rebellious little delinquent.
For someone who claimed to value the exam above everything else, Blake's agreement was shocking.
That afternoon, in the restroom, I accidentally overheard that delinquent girl whispering to her friends.
"Tonight, I'm going to make sure Blake keeps me company. Tomorrow, he won't be going to the exam at all!"
In my previous life, when Blake told me about their plans, I had desperately tried to stop him.
But all I got in return was his cold, mocking voice. "Melissa, Annika planned this for my eighteenth birthday. Just because you're too timid to celebrate with me doesn't mean you get to stop me from pursuing happiness."
For his future, I endured the humiliation and secretly told his parents what I had overheard.
That night, they locked him inside the house.
The next morning, they personally dragged him to the exam hall.
Blake ended up getting into Yale University just as he wished.
But Annika, enraged that her plan had failed, got drunk. She was assaulted that same night.
Unable to bear the trauma, she jumped from the 33rd floor and died instantly.
When Blake heard the news, he completely snapped.
He invited me to his house, acted unusually gentle, and intentionally left evidence behind.
After I left, he called the police and accused me of having improper intentions.
My future was ruined. My parents, driven to despair after being doxxed and attacked online, committed suicide by turning on the gas at home.
Blake stood at our doorway, filming their final moments as they struggled for breath. He even brought the video to the prison to show me.
"Melissa, I want your entire family buried with Annika!"
Traumatized beyond repair, my congenital heart disease acted up. I died in prison, collapsing on the cold floor.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day before the college entrance exam.
Blake was next to me, rambling excitedly about the celebration that night.
I looked at him and smiled.
This time, he could do whatever he wanted.
——
"Melissa, what's with your attitude?! Do you have to freak out every time another girl talks to me?!"
That familiar voice jolted me back.
I lowered my head—my wrists were free of shackles.