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The Architect of My Ruin

The Architect of My Ruin

For ten years, my life was a straight line towards one goal: winning the National Design Excellence Award, my ticket to study under the world' s greatest architects in Italy. But on the night I reached for my dream, it was snatched away by the last people I expected. My fiancé, Mark Johnson, the lead judge, awarded the prestigious prize to Olivia Chen, a woman with no design experience, who had submitted an amateur sketch of a "dream closet." The polite applause sounded distant as I watched her embrace the trophy, while Mark beamed beside her, never once looking at me. As I confronted him, his bodyguards dragged me away, my career and my decade of dedication dismissed with a wave of his hand. Later, I overheard him tell Olivia that our engagement was merely a "debt" he had to pay, crushing every "I love you" and shared dream into dust. He laughed, calling my decade of effort a "hobby" he was willing to fund. The public backlash was immediate, but Mark, feigning sincerity, tried to minimize the scandal. He then threatened to cut off funding for my mother' s critical medical care, holding her life hostage to control me. Blacklisted from the design industry, I sold everything and took a humiliating job as a barmaid. Then, Mark and Olivia walked into my new workplace, and he deliberately humiliated me, throwing money at me and demanding I "entertain" them. When I refused, Olivia faked a theft, and Mark, seizing the opportunity, blamed me. In the chaos, I was shoved, hitting my head and collapsing. In the hospital, Mark brought a gaudy diamond necklace, expecting me to be bought. But I wasn't broken. I was done.
Bring Me Back to the Wedding

Bring Me Back to the Wedding

The last thing I remembered was the crushing weight of hooves, the taste of dirt, and the finality of death. Then, I opened my eyes to a room bathed in red, the scent of cheap incense thick in the air-my wedding chamber, thirty years in the past. This was Autumn Frost and Shen Huaiyu' s wedding night, a life I had already lived and barely survived. Memories flooded back: a lifetime of unrequited love for my cold, disdainful husband, bullied and humiliated by his cousin Jasmine, culminating in my lonely death on the street. I was young again, but the innocence was gone. This wasn't a second chance at love; it was a torturous replay. My "husband," drunk and arrogant, sneered accusations instead of gentle words. He spoke of Jasmine, his voice softening for her, while treating me with open contempt. The next morning, his message through a servant - "Don' t cause any trouble" - was a fresh stab of rejection. My biggest regret from my first life was neglecting my mother while obsessing over him. I vowed that this time, she would be my priority. To secure our future, I planned to take the imperial examination, a dream sabotaged by Jasmine and my own blindness in the past. But Shen Huaiyu, ever controlling, forced me to visit my mother with him, a public display of his dominion. Then, the fire. Just like in my first life. He ordered me to stay put, dismissively assuring me of my safety, while Jasmine watched with a triumphant smirk. I was trapped, my mother in danger. Later, he appeared at my side, holding a perfectly forged exam pass. My foolish heart dared to hope, only for him to expose me to utter public humiliation at the examination hall. The pass was a fake. The ensuing riot injured my mother, confirming my deepest fears: he cared nothing for me, and worse, he was a danger to her. All the pain, the betrayal, the humiliation of two lifetimes culminated in one cold, hard decision: "I want a divorce." He refused, thinking I was hysterical, but I had made up my mind. I would find a way out, even if it cost me everything.
Love Me One More Time

Love Me One More Time

when will I come back, Jov? Govan and I are here at the airport. Why... Why did you change your mind? You want to leave me here first?” I asked my wife from the other line. I looked at my son that I was carrying now. This is the day I've been waiting for. The day we were going back to the Philippines and I forced Joavani several times to send us home. I was still happy when he told me that. That my son and I can go back but he called me because he wanted to... Only Govan, only Govan will come back and not with me. "Just follow what I said, Gotchelle... Govan will go home first. Don't worry, I will still set a schedule for when you will come back here," he said and I sighed. "I've been waiting for this day for several months, Jov..." I said and my tears immediately fell to the side. My chest felt heavy and I felt like I was having trouble breathing. "Please... When I have chosen the day to take you home, I will pick you up, Gotchelle..." "Why are you doing this to me, Joavani? Did I think... Did I think that everything was gone from you? After you... gave our son a DNA test and you found out that you... You are really his Daddy and not--" "We just talked today, Gotchelle. So don't let us fight anymore just because of that. Yes, I don't have all that anymore. I understand and know the truth. Just please, just follow me," he pleaded. I sighed again and caressed my son's face. "Aren't you surprised, Joavani? That's why I only sent you the DNA test of our son? That's why you still don't know Govan's face?" I asked him smiling and my tears started to fall. My chest tightened until I could feel the pain. “G-Gotchelle...” "He's just like you, he looks just like you, Joavani. There is no doubt...that he is your son. That's why, I didn't send you his photos because I want... I want you to recognize him as your son and not doubt him... Jov... Alright, I'll follow what you said. Just...just take good care of our son, while...while I'm gone, huh? I love him very much, Jov. I love our son very much," I said and kissed Govan's head with all my heart and then handed him to his babysitter. “Gotchelle?” “When they arrive. Call me right away, Joavani. Alright..." I said and hung up. "Ma'am, are you sure you won't be coming with us?" my son's babysitter asked me worriedly. I shook my head. "I hurt my husband too much before and I didn't appreciate him just because...I wanted another man but...he's not hard to love so I'll follow what he wants. To what he commands me. Just take care of my son, okay?" I said and he nodded. Govan even extended his hand as if he didn't want me to go away and when I grabbed it, it just tightened. "Ma'am..." "See you when I see you, my son. Mommy loves you, always," I tearfully said and when they started walking away from me, I felt like a big rock hit my chest. My tears looked like rain because of their successive drops. I waved at him even though he was trying to look at me and was crying. This is what Joavani wants, what my husband wants so I will follow. I still hope that soon I will be the one to leave this country but that thing did not happen. Because when he called me and he was going to pick me up, I refused. How can I go home to us? How else can I show him when I'm... useless? Because when I was on my way home from the airport, I didn't expect that there was an accident waiting for me and that was the reason why...I became paralyzed. I can't walk anymore so if I go home to my parents I will just be a burden to them. So I chose to stay here...for a few years. Yes, it took that long. I often tell Joavani that I will also go home next month but that just passes and I don't do it. Because I deliberately didn't go on... He won't need a wife who is only in a wheelchair.