He Left Me At The Altar, Not Knowing I Was Dying
I spent ten years trying to win over Tristan Wilder.
The only way I could avoid being erased by the system was to marry him before he turned twenty–eight.
But on our wedding day, the female officiant made a mistake. Instead of asking. “Do you take her to be your wife?” she asked, “Do you take me to be your wife?”
The audience burst into laughter, but Tristan’s eyes turned red. Without a second thought, he took the officiant by the hand and left the wedding, saying, “1 do.”
ve with someone else his first love.
That’s when I realized Tristan had always been in love with
And now, she’s back.
Everything is over.
- 01.
“Do you take me to be your wife?”
“I do.”
When Tristan said those words, his eyes were red, and the entire room went dead silent.
But he ignored everyone. He turned, took the hand of the woman in the white dress, who looked eerily like me, and walked out of the wedding.
It was supposed to be my wedding.
Yet, I stood there like a spectator, feeling the despair well up in my eyes.
It’s all over.
The system’s voice, tinged with regret, echoed in my head.
“That’s Tristan’s first love. Ten years ago, she left to study abroad?
“And now she’s back.”
“Your mission… it’s failed.”
The wedding venue erupted into chaos:
Guests whispering, the officiant trying to restore order, my friends furiously cursing under their breath_
But to me, everything was eerily quiet.
Yes.
It was all over.
My mission had failed, and I was going to die.
I had spent the last ten years trying to win over Tristan Wilder.
I was there for him when he had nothing. I watched him climb his way up to become the CEO of one of the biggest companies in the country.
During the hard times, I stayed up late making him soup, nursed him back home after drunken business meetings, and shared meals of mac
and cheese with him.
I thought my companionship was the greatest act of love.
I thought I had made my way Into Tristan’s heart.
But now, it all feels like a joke.
A first love is always a first love.
Shement need to do anything. All she had to do was stand there, and Tristan would follow her.
I’m sorry, host, the system said, with a faint trace of sadness.
“You only have three days left to stay in this world…
I took a deep breath, my chest tightening as though two heavy stones were crushing it.
My friend held my hand and gently rubbed my back, trying to comfort me.
“Lana, don’t worry about it. That jerk isn’t worth it
I shook my head and sent the guests home.
I declined the sympathy from family and friends, and left the wedding alone. Dressed in my pristine white wedding gown, I waved down a cab on the street.
The driver looked at me in shock, but I held back my tears.
“Take me to Gull Cove.”
Gull Cove was where I first met Tristan, where we started his business together.
There was an old, run–down apartment there–our first home and where all my fond memories were stored.
I only had three days left
I wanted to die there.
