I had a crush on my uncle, Brennan Krueger, but he wasn’t related to me by blood.
When I was twenty, Brennan’s fiancée, Brittany Harding, accidentally discovered hundreds of love letters in my drawer. She found out my secret
Brittany forced Brennan to send me abroad to study, but I had to drop out and come back because I developed a huge tumor in my abdomen.
She slandered me by claiming I carried someone’s baby and wanted to secretly give birth at home.
Brennan asked her to take me for an abortion, then locked me up in the house as punishment.
She mistakenly thought that when Brennan went abroad last time, I took the opportunity to get pregnant with his baby. So she threw me into an unlicensed clinic and had someone cut open my belly to remove the baby
She only realized that there was a tumor in my stomach, but she just had someone sew up my belly and throw me into the house to fend for myself.
I struggled for nearly half a year, and Brennan never came to see me ence
A year after I died, he finally discovered the skeleton in the house.
But he didn’t investigate it and continued to live his happy married life.
I was reborn to the day when the love letter was discovered. In this lifetime, I wouldn’t love Brennan anymore.
Later, I called my mentor and said, “I’ve decided to join the field survey team and head into the mountains. I’ll meet you at the airport in seven days
I walked to the bedroom door and saw Brittany sitting at my desk, flapping through the hundreds of unsent love letters in the drawer.
This time, I didn’t get into an argument with her like I used to, feeling embarrassed and angry
Instead, I confidently stepped forward and retrieved those unopened love letters
“Auntie, are you helping me tidy up the desk? I could have done it myself?!”
My calling of “Auntie” stunned Brittaity on the spot, causing her to momentarily forget about the love letter.
She widened her eyes and asked me, “What did you just call me? Haven’t you always been calling me Brittany?”
I pretended to already know. “Auntie, were you still trying to hide it from me? I heard Uncle talking about your wedding with the family yesterday. So, you’re my aunt now, right?”
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skeptical, squinting her foxy eyes at me and asking. “Really? You’re not just trying to make me happy, are you?”
“Really That’s true!”
She didn’t let me off that easily, but this time she didn’t intend to open the envelope in my hand.
“Marlene, were the letters written for Brennan? No wonder I always felt there was something off about the way you looked at him. Do you like him?”
Erittany pursed her lips, and I knew she was doubting something
These hundreds of love letters were all written with the same person’s name, Brennan Krueger.
I played in cool and said, “Auntie, you think I looked at Brennan weird or something? You know very well I wouldn’t dare look at him directly. I’m terrified of him! And who in this family isn’t afraid of him?
I was telling the truth. Even Brittany was a little scared of him.
Actually, I wasn’t afraid of him because I was raised by the Kruger family when I was eight years old, and Brennan E
I lose friend of my parents, and after their unfortunate death, he took me back to the Krueger Lunily
was a
He was worried that others wouldn’t take good care of me, so he kept me by his side and raised me himself.
As I grow up, I unexpectedly developed inappropriate feelings towards him
raised me.
On the day I turned eighteen, I drank alcohol for the first time and then, fueled by the courage it gave me, confessed my feelings to
He got very angry and scolded me for being shameless.
Later, I kept this idea in my heart, and all those feelings of love were written in love letters.
I thought I was being very discreet, but his hancée still found out.
1, she slandered me and framed me.
In the previous life, she made excuses to have Brennars sendine abroad, and after I fell seriously ill,
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And a year after my tragic death, Brennan finally remembered me, but by then I had long turned into a pile of bones.
In this life, I would never make the same mistakes again.
