Right after graduation, I married my grandfather’s younger friend. He was a thirty-five-year-old, aloof and disciplined college professor, but in the heat of the moment, he would lose all control with me. His voice would turn hoarse as he whispered my nickname, promising to build a family and have children with me. But on the exact day my pregnancy was confirmed, I found a hidden stack of postcards. The handwriting was bold and elegant, every word dripping with deep affection. [My dearest Rose: [My wife shares a few of your features. It is a rare comfort. By coincidence, her nickname is also 'Rose.' [But a substitute is never the original. She only offers a temporary distraction from my bitter longing for you.] It turned out that the marriage I had thrown myself into so recklessly was nothing but a laughable game of pretend. I signed a classified non-disclosure agreement for a fake death, got an abortion to make way for her, and left him with nothing but a handful of ashes. And it drove him completely insane. 01 After the abortion procedure, I walked out of the clinic in a daze. My phone rang. It was the same number that had been sending me multimedia messages. I answered it. The background noise was loud and rowdy, like a party was in full swing. "Open another bottle! Let's celebrate Rose's triumphant return! Hey, Professor Cole, didn't you say you stopped drinking because you and the wife were trying for a baby? How come you're breaking the rules the second Rose gets back?" "He has to break the rules! Rose is back, who cares about trying for a baby? Just swap the wife out and be done with it!" "Honestly, a young girl like that is only good for a short fling. She's too delicate, too clingy, and a nightmare to coax. Look at Harrison—ever since he got married, he's just a ghost shuttling between the campus and his house. If we weren't riding Rose's coattails tonight, we never would have gotten him to come out." "But come on, Harrison, your little wife is pretty good to you. When you broke your leg and were hospitalized last year, she ran herself ragged between her classes, the hospital, and home. She made you bone broth every single day, and her clothes were hanging off her by the time you were discharged. It's just a pity that a substitute will always be a substitute." "With a sweet, delicate young girl fluttering around you every day, are you really telling us you never felt a thing for her, Harrison?" Before Harrison Cole could say a word, an elegant, sweet female voice chimed in. "Oh, stop making things difficult for Harrison. "Let's play Truth or Dare. I'll start. "Harrison, if I asked you to divorce her and marry me... would you?" I instinctively held my breath, my entire heart clenching into a tight knot. A long silence stretched over the line. "Yes." It was that deep, steady voice I loved so much. The same voice that used to murmur my name between the sheets, making me lose all reason and sink into him. But now, it was a sharp knife, violently crushing my heart into a pulp. The crowd on the other end erupted in cheers. My heart turned to ash, and I hung up the phone. When I got home, I walked into his study—his forbidden sanctuary. I used to think he just didn't want me cleaning in there for fear I'd accidentally damage his rare, collectible books. But when I opened the door and found the stacks of photos in his drawer, along with the unsent love letters, I realized what a fool I had been. It turned out that every place we visited, every sweet little milestone we accomplished as a couple... he would write a postcard to his first love about it. He was looking right through me, seeing someone else. Thank God there was still time. I looked at the unsent text message on my phone. [Are you really going to give up joining the Special Operations Division for him? That is your biggest dream, and it was your parents' dying wish.] I wiped away my tears and typed a reply. [Grandpa, I am formally applying to join 'Project Artemis.'] My phone rang almost immediately. It was my grandfather, whom I hadn't spoken to in two years. Hearing his strict, familiar voice made my eyes instantly well up with tears of comfort. "Have you thought this through? Once you leave, you won't be able to come back for five, maybe even ten years. "Will he agree to this?" "I don't need his permission." I paused, finally unable to hold back the overwhelming grievance in my heart. "Grandpa, he never loved me. I was wrong... I made a terrible mistake..." A heavy silence followed before a low sigh came through the receiver. "Everyone makes mistakes. Don't beat yourself up over it. "In five days, the agency will arrange a fake death for you. "After that, 'Olivia' will cease to exist in this world." 02 It wasn't until late into the night that Harrison finally came home. He had changed into a spare dress shirt he kept at his office, so there was no smell of alcohol on him. I was in the living room packing up my textbooks when he wrapped his arms around me from behind. "You waited up for me? "I'm sorry. There was an emergency meeting at the faculty board, it held me up. "I bought you that blind box figure you wanted. The cashier said young girls love these." It was the aerospace engineering edition I had been eyeing. "I'll hire someone to build a glass display cabinet so we can put all your little figurines inside. That way, when we have a kid, they won't mess them up." Thinking of the baby I had just lost, a wave of hot tears rushed to my eyes. I fought them back desperately, refusing to let him see anything was wrong. "By the way, what did the doctor say at your checkup today? Are you really pregnant?" He looked at me with a probing gaze. I answered calmly: "No, I'm not. The pregnancy test was a false positive." He let out a microscopic sigh of relief and comforted me gently: "It's fine. You're still young. Honestly, I wanted you to enjoy a couple more years of freedom anyway." He was as gentle as ever. If I hadn't heard him say "Yes" with my own ears, you could have beaten me to death and I never would have believed that the man who seemingly loved me this much was actively plotting to leave me. I wanted so badly to rip off his mask. I wanted to scream and question him like a madwoman, but suddenly, it all just felt so exhausting. "Harrison, I want a div—" A sudden, sharp cramp pierced my lower abdomen. His phone rang at the exact same time. He shot me a panicked look and hurried into the study. When he came back out, he grabbed his car keys and headed straight for the door. "Honey, there's an emergency at the university. I have to go over there right now. "You go ahead and get to sleep." He took my hand, leaning in to give me a goodbye kiss, but froze when he realized how icy my palm was. "Why are you so cold? "Hurry up and get into bed. Drink some hot water." He left in a rush, not even staying long enough to hear what I was trying to say. The moment the front door clicked shut, I heard his usually composed voice lace with panic: "Don't worry, I'm almost there." A violent wave of pain hit me, and I collapsed heavily onto the floor. 03 I was taken to the hospital in an ambulance. The doctor told me the initial abortion procedure was incomplete, and I needed an emergency D&C. After hours of agonizing treatment in the middle of the night, I refused to be admitted to a room. I insisted on going home. I never expected to run into Harrison in the hospital's main lobby. He was down on one knee in front of a woman. His familiar voice carried a frantic, anxious tone I had never once experienced. "The lights went out—couldn't you have just called me? "Trying to be a hero and change a lightbulb in the dark... what if you had really injured your leg in the fall? How would you ever dance on stage again?" So, this was the dancer first love he couldn't forget: Rosalie. Suddenly, it all made sense. Last year, I got hit by an electric scooter in our neighborhood. Harrison had been perfectly calm and rational the entire time, coldly negotiating liability with the other party without losing his composure for a single second. Who he loved and who he didn't... it was glaringly obvious. "I didn't want to bother you," Rosalie choked out, her voice trembling. "Your wife is so young. Young girls get jealous and are hard to please. I didn't want to make things difficult for you. "You're married now. I need to get used to a life without you." A heavy silence swelled in the empty lobby. After a long time, a sigh broke the quiet, followed by a solemn promise: "I am married, yes. But your problems are still my problems. "Don't worry about my wife. I'll handle her. "Just don't try to be brave next time. Thank God it's only superficial cuts today and you didn't damage any tendons. "Come on, I'll take you home." Rosalie's eyes were red. "I can't walk. I want you to carry me on your back." He hesitated for a fraction of a second, then turned around to face her. And locked eyes with me. I was standing in the corridor, having had no time to hide. He shot up instantly, a flash of panic and suspicion crossing his eyes. "Olivia, what are you doing here? "Are you following me?" 04 Following him? He really knew how to twist the blame. "Is this Olivia?" Rosalie stepped forward with a smile, grabbing my hand. "Harrison talks about you all the time. Wow, you really do look a lot like me. We must have a special connection. "I'm Rosalie. You've probably heard my name, right? "I'm so sorry. I took a fall at home, and I just moved back to the city so I don't really know anyone here. I had to borrow your husband for a tiny bit. You're not mad, are you?" Harrison was standing behind her, so naturally, he didn't see the provocation in her eyes. He couldn't hear her whisper under her breath: "Did you like the gift? Little substitute." I looked her dead in the eye and smiled. "Mad? Why would I be? A dirty man—you can keep him." I pulled my hand back, turning to leave. She let out a soft gasp and intentionally bumped against the wall. "Ah! My leg!" Harrison's face drained of color. He rushed forward to support her. "Did you hit it?" He whipped his head around and glared at me: "Olivia! Is this how I taught you to behave?!" It was the very first time he had ever yelled at me. Just because I had talked back to his precious first love. Yet, when his friends were openly mocking me at the party, he didn't say a single word to defend me. What exactly was I to him? "Harrison, what are you doing? I'm fine. Olivia is still young, don't scare her!" Rosalie lightly swatted his arm, turning to comfort me. "Olivia, don't be mad at him. He just has a bad temper. I'll scold him for you later." "You'll scold him for me?" I let out a dry laugh. "Why don't you just officially become his wife and sleep with him while you're at it?" "Olivia!" Harrison grabbed my wrist, gritting his teeth. "What nonsense are you spewing?! Apologize to her." The grief and anger I had been suppressing all day finally snapped. "Why should I apologize?!" I looked up, interrogating him. "You are my husband! You lied to me, saying there was a work emergency, just so you could take another woman to the hospital in the dead of night! Is that fair? Is that right?! "And what's this garbage about not knowing anyone in the city? Does she dare swear to God? If she's lying, I hope she gets hit by a car the second she walks outside—" Smack! A harsh slap landed on my cheek, burning and stinging. Harrison's hand trembled slightly. It seemed even he didn't expect himself to lose control like that. He closed his eyes, steadying his breathing, but the words that came out of his mouth were chilling to the bone. "This is my fault. "I've spoiled you too much. That's why you've become so narrow-minded, jealous, and vicious." Smack! He slapped himself hard across the face, looking at me. "Is this enough? Can you stop throwing a tantrum now?" "Harrison, how could you hit yourself?!" Rosalie was frantic, on the verge of tears. "It's already swelling! How are you going to teach your classes tomorrow?! "Olivia, this is my fault. I shouldn't have disturbed you two. If you want to hit someone or yell at someone, take it out on me!" "Fine. I'll grant your wish." I raised my hand. A massive force shoved me backward. "Olivia, don't push it!" Harrison looked furious and pained. "Why can't you just be a little more understanding like Rosalie? Have some grace!" My abdomen hit the cold floor. It should have hurt terribly, but I was so numb I couldn't feel a thing. The very last shred of residual warmth I had for him evaporated completely in that moment. I looked up at him and smiled. "Harrison, I've always wondered... the 'Rose' you constantly talk about... who is it, really?" Harrison's eyes trembled, and he opened his mouth, trying to explain. "Hitting someone right at the hospital entrance?!" An ER doctor getting off shift rushed over to help me up, looking surprised. "Wait, aren't you the patient who just had the emergency D&C—" "Ah!" A speeding motorcycle zoomed right past Rosalie's side. Harrison instinctively pulled her into his arms, protecting her tightly. Naturally, he didn't hear what the doctor said. I gave the doctor a bitter smile and shook my head. The doctor realized what was happening, gave the two of them a look of disgust, spat on the ground, and walked away. It was time for me to go, too. Harrison called my name, making a move to chase after me. But the woman in his arms seemed terrified by the motorcycle. Her legs were weak, and she couldn't stand steadily. He rushed to support her, and by the time he looked up again, I was already in a taxi, leaving him in the dust. 05 When I got home, I placed the signed divorce papers, the pregnancy ultrasound, and the surgical abortion records on his nightstand. I moved into a hotel without looking back, waiting for the agency to pick me up. But on the day before my departure, Harrison managed to find me. He leaned one hand against the hotel door, looking exhausted and helpless. "Olivia, come home, please? "I didn't do it on purpose that day. "Rosalie has bipolar disorder. She can't handle being triggered. I was just afraid you would get hurt, which is why I stopped you from talking. "I promise you, once she secures a job, I will never see her again. "Olivia, please stop torturing me. I've been going crazy these past few days." I knew I shouldn't let it affect me, but my heart still trembled uncontrollably, a sharp pang of sorrow gripping my chest. This was the man I had loved for my entire youth. After my parents died in a tragic accident, my grandfather, fearing for my safety, entrusted me to his most trusted friend: Harrison. He became my legal guardian. He was the one who sang to me on stormy nights to coax me to sleep; He remembered every single important date in my life; During puberty, he chased away the mean boys who mocked my changing body and told me to hold my head high, that it was a beautiful thing. Falling in love with him had been so easy, so inevitable. "Harrison, have you even been home these past few days?" I asked him. His eyes darted away. "Of course I have. Where else would I sleep? What's wrong?" I gripped my phone tightly and smiled. "Nothing." He let out a breath of relief and smiled back. "Then let's go get some food. We'll go to that Italian place you love." I didn't refuse. I treated it as a final goodbye. Along the way, he talked incessantly, which was incredibly rare. Usually, that was my role. My phone kept buzzing with multimedia messages. [He's been at my place keeping me company these past few days.] [He said he couldn't hold back anymore. I had no choice but to give myself to him.] [Fierce as always. So delicious.] Following the texts was a photo of Harrison's bare torso and a used condom. I placed my phone face-down, covering my mouth as a wave of nausea hit me. "Car sick?" Harrison asked quickly. "Who keeps texting you? Just ignore it." For a split second, I wanted to shove the phone right in his face. I wanted to see what his expression would be, and what pathetic excuse he would come up with next. But then I realized it was a waste of energy. When you no longer love someone, even holding a grudge feels redundant. At the entrance of the restaurant, his phone rang. Rosalie's anxious voice came through the line. "Harrison, a water pipe burst at my place! Could you please come help me look at it?" Harrison looked at me, caught in a difficult position. I smiled. "It's fine. You go ahead." An emotion I couldn't quite read surged in his eyes—confusion, maybe panic—but it was quickly replaced by joy. "Thank you, honey. I'll be right back." I watched him walk away and answered a call on my own phone. "Alright. Ten minutes from now." …… The property management was fixing the water pipe. But Harrison's right eyelid kept twitching, and an inexplicable panic gripped his chest. When it was finally fixed, he hurriedly put on his jacket, anxious to go find his little wife. That was when he realized he had over twenty missed calls on his phone. He called the number back. A sterile, official voice answered. "Is this Mr. Harrison Cole? "Your wife, Mrs. Olivia Cole, passed away in a car accident an hour ago. "She was crushed by a semi-truck in front of the restaurant. The body sustained catastrophic damage and could not be reconstructed. "Because we were unable to reach you, the remains have already been cremated. "Please come to the crematorium to claim her ashes." 06 Harrison froze as if paralyzed. After a long time, he finally snapped out of his daze and said with a trembling voice: "Impossible. You must have made a mistake. "Olivia is waiting for me to get dinner. How could she be dead..." "We found her ID in your wife's purse, and the police have verified her identity." It felt like something in his brain catastrophically collapsed. Harrison's knees went weak, and he had to lean against the wall to keep from falling. Rosalie rushed over to comfort him. "Harrison, could this be a sick prank? "Maybe she was mad that you came to see me, so she hired people to put on a show to make you worry and apologize. Young girls love this kind of drama." As if grasping at a lifeline, Harrison's tone turned desperate and agitated. "Right, right, she must just be playing a joke on me out of anger..." Before he could finish, a video notification popped up on his phone—a young woman was run over and killed by a semi-truck in front of the exact restaurant. Harrison frantically tapped it open. The light faded entirely from his eyes, and he collapsed onto the floor. That was Rose. It was his Rose! She was dead? But just half an hour ago, she had been standing obediently right by his side! Impossible. This couldn't be real! He needed to see her. This wasn't true. He had to see her! Harrison bolted out the door like a madman, running toward the crematorium. Inside the facility, the usually composed and dignified Professor Cole looked like an obsessed lunatic, interrogating the staff over and over again: "Who gave you permission to cremate her?! I am her husband! I didn't sign anything! Who gave you the right to burn her?! "What if she was still alive? What if she could have been saved..." The staff had been sympathetic at first, patiently trying to explain. But eventually, annoyed by his relentless harassment, a worker yelled back: "Stop pretending to be some deeply devoted husband! If you actually cared about your wife, what were you doing when I called you over twenty times?! "I heard a woman in the background telling you not to leave! Drop the act!" Harrison froze, his limbs turning rigid, his face draining of all color. What had he been doing? He had been staring at the maintenance worker fixing Rosalie's pipe. He heard his phone ring, but thinking it was just telemarketers, he had asked Rosalie to put it on silent for him. If he had known those calls were about Olivia, he would have answered them even if it cost him his life. "Rose... my Rose..." He collapsed to the floor, holding his head as he wailed in absolute agony and despair. She had forgiven him. They had agreed to have lunch together. How could this happen? Rosalie had followed him there. She crouched down and tried to persuade him: "Harrison, don't be sad. Seeing you like this, little Rose is probably hurting as she watches from heaven. "Little Rose was an angel, sent down to keep you company for a while. Now that I'm back, her mission is complete and she's gone back. "Her departure... it's a blessing for us. From now on, I will stay by your side and take care of you..." Harrison looked up, staring at Rosalie in absolute disbelief, as if he were seeing her for the first time. All this time, he had believed she was kind, quiet, and understanding of the bigger picture. He trusted her words unconditionally, feeling a deep, mutual connection with her. But in this moment, he found her foreign and utterly repulsive. "Rosalie, that was my wife! Her ashes aren't even cold yet, how can you say something so shameless?!" Harrison demanded furiously. "You don't deserve to speak her name, and you can't even begin to compare to her! "My only wife is Olivia, and the only person I want to grow old with is her! Not you!" Agony spread through every vein and bone in his body. In this moment, he finally understood the crushing pain Olivia must have felt when she asked him who the real 'Rose' was. He wished so desperately that he could turn back time. He wanted to tell her himself that the 'Rose' he spoke of was her, only her. He loved her! But he had allowed himself to be blinded by the past, hurting her again and again. Having never been yelled at by him before, Rosalie's eyes turned red. "Harrison, I just wanted to comfort you! The dead can't come back to life. How can you yell at me for a dead substitute?! "Was anything I said wrong? Didn't you only marry her because she looked like me? "Isn't this perfect? Now you don't even have to bother divorcing her. Let's go get our marriage license tomorrow, okay?" "Shut your mouth!" Harrison exploded with rage. "Who wants to marry you?! I am Olivia's husband, I..." "The one who should shut their mouth is you!" A stern, merciless voice cut him off. "What right do you have to call yourself Olivia's husband?!" Harrison whipped his head around. His furious face instantly stiffened, replaced by pain, guilt, and finally, he dropped to his knees. It was my grandfather.
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