On My Sister's Wedding Day, I DiedChapter 1 Misunderstanding
I, Wesley Roberts, was the adopted son of the Adams family, and my heart was only devoted to my sister, Kayla Adams.
Everyone said she would protect me forever.
But after Kayla planned to marry the eldest son of the Wood family, Max Wood, everything had changed.
Kayla personally sent me to an asylum.
"Behave well, and I'll pick you up when you stop biting people like a mad dog!"
A year later, I jumped off a building at her wedding.
But she cried and begged me, "Wesley, please don't leave me, okay?"
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The sunlight shone through the window of the asylum and fell on Kayla's side face, making her seem both familiar and strange to me.
My nose couldn't help but feel sore.
After my parents were murdered, it was Kayla who took me back to the Adams family and raised me.
She was the person I trusted most in this world.
But now, she sent me to hell in person.
Now, she was finally coming to take me home.
The director of the asylum, Ethan Peterson, approached me when my Kayla was dealing with the procedures and threatened me in a fierce voice, "Wesley, you should know what you can say to her. If you dare to talk nonsense about this asylum, those wonderful videos will be sent to Kayla. When you are sent back here, you will stay for more than a year."
The chill hit my spine, and I nodded desperately in agreement. "I know."
Seeing my cooperation, he looked satisfied.
Then, he packed my things and handed them to Kayla.
She gladly took it and didn't notice at all that I was wearing a fleece sweatshirt in such a hot summer.
I didn't understand why I still felt cold when I had put on so many clothes.
I couldn't help but stay close to Kayla like I did in my childhood.
My family and the Adams family were old friends.
But when I was eight years old, my parents committed suicide out of fear of punishment for embezzling company funds.
Since then, I had often been bullied by rich kids at school.
It was my sixteen-year-old sister who used her weak body to protect me. "It's his parents' fault, not his. You have to stop doing that!"
Since that day, she had become my light.
"Wesley, come home with me!" she said.
Her words made me so warm.
But now, eight years had passed.
Just when I thought I could feel the warmth again, she ruthlessly pushed me away.
When I looked at her again, I could only see Kayla's disdainful and cold eyes.