The Internet’s Favorite Couple Was My Marriage’s Worst Nightmar novel Chapter 68

Chapter 8

In this life, I didn’t take SAT.

Without Elias Stone as a variable, I followed my original plan to study abroad at my dream school.

Everything returned to the track I was supposed to be on.

At the graduation ceremony, the speaker was no longer Elias Stone but an unfamiliar classmate.

Someone sighed, “Where’s Elias Stone?”

Someone else replied, “Since the incident at Lily Taylor’s birthday party, he hasn’t been back to school.”

Someone had encountered him at a bar, reportedly working as a resident singer.

Because of his good looks.

The bar business was booming.

Suddenly, a picture was posted in the class group–in a bar, the handsome young man was in a private room with several middle–aged wealthy women.

He looked somewhat constrained, playing the guitar.

A rich woman’s hand rested on his waist, and though his expression was gloomy, he didn’t resist.

One photo sparked hot discussion in the class. Some boys deliberately mocked: “Don’t talk nonsense. How could Mr. Academic Star do such things? He’s too proud and stubborn!”

“What? He dropped out?”

“I heard his sister was traumatized into idiocy and needs money for treatment.”

Instantly, sympathy swept through the group.

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Someone suddenly lamented, “If Elias Stone had hooked up with Lily Taylor, would he still

be living such a hard life?”

I felt nothing.

As I closed the class group, another message popped up: “Done? Should I pick you up?”

I curved my lips, “Waiting for you.”

After the graduation ceremony ended.

A black Bentley hid in the night. A man leaned against the car.

His features were handsome and elegant.

A simple white shirt and black trousers accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist.

He attracted sidelong glances from many girls. “Oh my God! Is that what they call a sexy intellectual? I love it!”

Me: “…”

He could have been discreet.

But he had to stand in the most conspicuous place.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, I slipped my hand into the crook of his arm: “Didn’t I tell you to wait in a secluded corner?”

The man seemed thoughtful, looking at the car directly opposite the school gate: “Lily, am I that embarrassing to be seen with?”

“I gritted my teeth, “That’s not what I meant.”

But the man was relentless: “Afraid I’ll meet that boy you have a crush on?”

“No, they’re just making things up.” I refused to admit it. “I never liked him.”

This brother was my father’s friend’s son.

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We had known each other since childhood.

But I never expected that after my eighteenth birthday, he would return from abroad and become my fiancé.

I learned that the two families had long intended us to marry.

When I heard this news, still deeply wounded by the betrayal of my previous life, I firmly said: “No, you can’t force love.”

But he calmly replied, “I don’t feel forced.”

Both families were delighted, except for me, sitting at the table frowning. Was it possible that… I was the one being forced?

I remembered that in my previous life, until my death, he had remained a golden bachelor.

I looked at him with pitying eyes, “Mmm“.

He was bewildered, “What? Is liking you such a pitiable thing?”

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