She fell in love with her father's friend, a man 12 years older than her.
The first time she saw him, he was dressed in a sharp suit.
Broad-shouldered and lean-waisted, he was the most dazzling presence in any crowd.
He smiled, patted her head, and gifted her a beautiful princess dress.
When she was 20, he was drugged at a banquet, and she, wearing that very dress, gave up her innocence to be his cure.
The next morning, they were caught in a disheveled state by his childhood friend, Nadine Quill. Shocked, Nadine fled in tears, only to be hit by an out-of-control truck and die on the spot.
From that moment, Alyssa Camden felt that Enzo Slater had become a different person.
He handled Nadine's funeral with chilling composure, married Alyssa with the same calm, shared a bed with her every night without passion, and repeatedly forced her into one abortion after another because he didn't want children.
On her 18th abortion, Alyssa suffered massive bleeding and lay dying on the operating table when she overheard the doctor calling Enzo.
Enzo's voice remained indifferent as he asked, "Is she dead? Call me when she is."
At that moment, Alyssa finally understood that Enzo hated her.
He hated that she had willingly been his cure. He hated that, by sheer misfortune, she had caused Nadine's death.
As she took her last breath on the operating table, regret consumed her.
But when she opened her eyes again, she had been reborn to the very night Enzo had been drugged.
Looking at the usually cold and untouchable man now lying on the bed, shirt unbuttoned, eyes tinged red—like a fallen god from his pedestal—Alyssa felt a myriad of emotions.
In her past life, it was this image of him that had bewitched her. It had driven her to desire him, to ignore that he was her father's friend, to disregard the 12-year age gap, to cast everything aside and become his remedy.
Only later did she learn that Enzo and Nadine had loved each other all along. They simply hadn't had the chance to confess before she had stepped in.
Perhaps the heavens took pity on Alyssa.
Now that she had a second chance, she would do only one thing—bring Enzo and Nadine together.
Without hesitation, she grabbed her phone and dialed Nadine's number.
Nadine arrived in a hurry ten minutes later.
Alyssa grasped her hand tightly. "I know he loves you, and you love him. You just never had the right moment to admit it. Now that he's drugged and needs you, this is the perfect chance for you both to be together."
Nadine had been skeptical when she received the call, but hearing these words, her expression turned even more conflicted, as she was wary of some kind of trick.
"Alyssa, what are you up to? You've been chasing Enzo so openly. Now that he's in this state, instead of taking advantage of it, you're calling me here to bring us together?"
Hearing this, Alyssa let out a bitter laugh.
Indeed, at this moment in her past life, she had pursued Enzo so relentlessly that the whole city knew.
Back then, she believed that if she tried hard enough, she could bridge the gap of status and age.
Now, she understood that as long as he didn't love her, the only thing left for her was a lifetime of suffering, no matter how much she gave.
She had been terribly, terribly wrong in her past life.
Shaking her head, she whispered, "I don't love him anymore. I never will again."
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