My Fiancée Hates Me novel Chapter 100

I am always saved by this person...Whenever I am experiencing any troubles or doubt, he is always there right beside me like a guardian Angel.

Garett led me to the medical sickbay and had me sit on a chair while he looked around for medicine. After finding a small container, Garett grabbed a chair before scooting towards me.

I found him exceedingly close from how our knees were touching each other. I could not look at him straight in the eye, so I kept my gaze lowered, but then realized that I was staring at our interlocked legs and felt even more embarrassed at the situation. In the end, I just chose to tightly shut my eyes.

"Why does it seem like you are bracing yourself?" Garett asked as he opened the salve container.

I snapped my eyes open.

I remembered back to those days where I had to practice dancing with Garett in my first life. He would always ruthlessly step on my toes if I ever accidentally stepped on his feet. He was rarely ever kind to me in those days.

"...I am ready!" I said strongly as I braced myself.

"This will hurt a bit," Garett said as he slathered the ointment over my cheek.

Instead of pain, I felt my cheek slowly grow numb and cool with his every touch. He then lightly taped a bandage with dressing over my cheek.

Garett is a terrible liar...

"You seem to always appear when I am trouble," I said quietly.

He looked at me in surprise. He then lowered his gaze and narrowed his eyes.

"...It is guilt. Everything bad that has happened to you is all my fault. All of your suffering is my doing. Even with Queen Gaelle turning out that way is all because of me...I help you because I want to lessen my own guilt," Garett said as he laced his fingers over his lap.

I feel miserable...and not because of my cheek.

When I look at Garett, I feel confused about my own feelings. I am Erik's fiancée and his wife of our past lives. I am supposed to love him above all others, yet I continuously hold doubts over my future relationship with Erik.

"I feel miserable everyday...I cannot remember half of my memories and I barely remember you, yet my heart mysteriously yearns for you. The people who know me well will not tell me anything about my missing memories. All I can do is just wait for these memories that may or may never return. I feel alone all of the time. It feels like there is an everlasting void in my heart that is slowly swallowing me up. I cannot stand. Tell me how I can fill this void," I said as I held my hand over my throbbing heart.