Remorseful Runaway Bride

Michelle had turned her back to me countless times for her childhood sweetheart.

When we were still sitting at our engagement party, her childhood sweetheart called and she wanted to leave me again immediately.

I caught her hand for the first time and pleaded humbly, "Can you wait until we finish the ceremony?"

The hall was packed with guests and they were waiting for us to get on the stage.

Michelle was wearing a snow-white wedding dress, which added to her already perfect natural beauty.

The only pity was that there wasn't a hint of happiness on her face. Her eyebrows furrowed with worry for another man.

She pulled down her veil impatiently.

"Honey, Jackson is sick. I have to go and see him. You know he is not in good health."

Not in good health. Always that excuse!

Why did an over 6-foot-high man who eats like a horse fall sick mysteriously every day?

However, that lame excuse never failed when it was used on Michelle.

I held onto Michelle's hand doggedly.

But how could I stop her if her heart had already left?

"Honey, be good at home. I will make it up to you in the future."

She withdrew her hand and walked away decisively.

She used the illusory future to cajole me into giving what she wanted repeatedly.

But she didn't know that we didn't have a future.

I lost my memory.

I was hit by a car running at top speed when I was chasing after her, the runaway bride.

I remembered everyone I knew, except her.

1

When I woke up, I found myself lying in the hospital.

I was bandaged up like a mummy.

The doctor said I had many abrasions.

Fortunately, they were not severe.

My parents couldn't hold back their tears when they saw me.

"It's too much for Michelle to run away from the engagement party!"

"She brought so much pain to our lovely Charlie. Fortunately, he is still in one piece. Otherwise, I wouldn't let her get away with it."

I looked up and stared blankly at the hospital's white ceiling.

Michelle?

Who is she?

Before I could figure it out, someone else came in.

The two persons came in were my parents' friends.

They were Uncle Linwood and Aunt Lisa.

Auntie Lisa shed tears when she saw me.

"Charlie, I'm sorry. I didn't bring Michelle up well. Otherwise, she wouldn't be wayward enough to do something as absurd as running away from the engagement party."

Uncle Linwood held my hand.

"Charlie, don't worry. I will teach Michelle a good lesson for you after I go back."

Michelle.

It's Michelle again.

They all said that it was Michelle who did this to me.

But who is she on earth?

Why do I have no impression of her at all?

Seeing me keep silent blankly, my parents got anxious again.

They kept asking me if I was in pain, feeling hungry, or uncomfortable.

That made Aunt Lisa start ranting about Michelle again.

I said in the middle of her torrent of abuse, 'Aunt Lisa, who is the Michelle you are talking about?'

My question made everyone present jump out of their chairs with terror.

My mom was so scared that she called the doctor over to have my brain checked.

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