Chapter 1
I had a crush on my uncle, Brennan Krueger, but he wasn’t related to me by blood.
When I was twenty, Brennan’s fiancée, Brittany Harding, accidentally discovered hundreds of love
letters in my drawer. She found out my secret.
Brittany forced Brennan to send me abroad to study, but I had to drop out and come back because I developed a huge tumor in my
abdomen.
She slandered me by claiming I carried someone’s baby and wanted to secretly give birth at home.
Brennan asked her to take me for an abortion, then locked me up in the house as punishment.
She mistakenly thought that when Brennan went abroad last time, I took the opportunity to get pregnant with his baby. So she threw me into an unlicensed clinic and had someone cut open my
belly to remove the baby.
She only realized that there was a tumor in my stomach, but she just had someone sew up my belly
and throw me into the house to fend for myself.
I struggled for nearly half a year, and Brennan never came to see me once.
A year after I died, he finally discovered the skeleton in the house.
But he didn’t investigate it and continued to live his happy married life.
I was reborn to the day when the love letter was discovered. In this lifetime, I wouldn’t love
Brennan anymore.
Later, I called my mentor and said, “I’ve decided to join the field survey team and head into the mountains. I’ll meet you at the airport in seven days!”
***
I walked to the bedroom door and saw Brittany sitting at my desk, flipping through the hundreds of
unsent love letters in the drawer.
This time, I didn’t get into an argument with her like I used to, feeling embarrassed and angry.
Instead, I confidently stepped forward and retrieved those unopened love letters.
“Auntie, are you helping me tidy up the desk? I could have done it myself!”
My calling of “Auntie” stunned Brittany on the spot, causing her to momentarily forget about the
love letter.
She widened her eyes and asked me, “What did you just call me? Haven’t you always been calling
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me Brittany?”
I pretended to already know. “Auntie, were you still trying to hide it from me? I heard Uncle talking about your wedding with the family yesterday. So, you’re my aunt now, right?”
Brittany was skeptical, squinting her foxy eyes at me and asking, “Really? You’re not just trying to make me happy, are you?”
I nodded,
“Really! That’s true!”
She didn’t let me off that easily, but this time she didn’t intend to open the envelope in my hand.
“Marlene, were these letters written for Brennan? No wonder I always felt there was something off about the way you looked at him. Do you like him?”
Brittany pursed her lips, and I knew she was doubting something.
These hundreds of love letters were all written with the same person’s name, Brennan Krueger.
I played it cool and said, “Auntie, you think I looked at Brennan weird or something? You know very well I wouldn’t dare look at him directly. I’m terrified of him! And who in this family isn’t afraid of
him?”
I was telling the truth. Even Brittany was a little scared of him.
Actually, I wasn’t afraid of him because I was raised by the Krueger family when I was eight years old, and Brennan raised me.
He was a close friend of my parents, and after their unfortunate death, he took me back to the Krueger family.
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