Out of everyone in that house, in both of my lives, she was the only one who had ever treated me with real kindness.
In my last life, she had been the only reason I hadn’t been completely broken by the abuse. Her mind was simple, her world pure—she had no cruelty in her.
Ten years passed in the blink of an eye.
I turned into an adult now, and Gracie was 20.
I knew my real parents and the cope would find me soon.
And my little brother—he’d be switching back into his own body any day now.
So, on the day of my coming-of-age ceremony, I told Jethro and Melinda, “Please arrange a wedding for me and Gracie.”
It was time for their whole family to pay for what they had done to me in my last life!
Rural weddings were always a big event.
They set up a huge tent at the town entrance, and every household pitched in to help.
I put on a sharp and tailored suit while Gracie wore the white wedding gown her parents had picked out for her.
She was glowing with excitement, holding my hand as she beamed up at me.
“Jorren, you look so handsome!”
But when she noticed how distant I was, her smile faded, and she asked anxiously, “You’re not happy?”