I had been sponsoring a poor girl named Braelynn, who insisted on marrying a man named Jerred, who had just been released from prison and had been married before.
When my attempts to dissuade her failed, I decided to cut off her sponsorship after her marriage, as per our agreement.
Braelynn agreed on the surface but secretly complained to Jerred, saying I looked down on them as star-crossed lovers.
Provoked, Jerred stormed into my house and killed me.
Braelynn then told the investigating police that I had a mental illness and had committed suicide.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back at the moment when Braelynn had just confessed her feelings to me.
Without hesitation, I smiled and said, "Go ahead and marry him.
A man who's been married before will know how to care for you. "
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"Sister, I really love him. Please let us be together, okay? "
Braelynn pleaded, her face pitiful. Looking at her, I finally felt the reality of my second chance at life.
Braelynn was the youngest among the students I sponsored.
Last year, she got into a university in my city.
Feeling sorry for her loneliness, I took her under my wing, providing meals and companionship, thinking I had given her enough sense of security.
But she was still not satisfied.
In my previous life, she somehow met Jerred, a man who had just been released from prison and was in a hurry to find someone to marry.
While other girls avoided him, Braelynn threw herself at him, believing only such a man could make up for the lack of male affection she had experienced since childhood.
She insisted on marrying him and secretly took her household registration document to get a marriage license.
As her sponsor, I couldn't just watch her ruin her bright future.
I tried to persuade her earnestly, even to the point where the school considered disciplinary action.
I gave Braelynn an ultimatum: if she insisted on being with this man, I would have to terminate her sponsorship as per our agreement.
From then on, her life would be her own responsibility, and I wouldn't give her another penny.
Reluctantly, Braelynn swore to break off her relationship with Jerred in front of me.
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I thought she had come to her senses.
But she turned around and sent our chat records to Jerred, exaggerated the situation by saying I looked down on them as star-crossed lovers.
Jerred, who already had mental health issues, was provoked and stormed into my house with a knife.
When he stabbed me to death, Braelynn stood by and watched without lifting a finger to help.
I died with unresolved grievances.
When the police came to investigate, Braelynn tearfully claimed I had a mental illness and had harmed myself in a moment of despair.
With her testimony, the police had no choice but to close the case as a suicide.
After my death, Braelynn forged a new adoption contract with all my documents.
All my assets ended up in her and Jerred's hands, and I didn't even get a proper burial.
In the end, Braelynn spoke to my corpse, saying, "Don't blame me.
If you had agreed earlier, none of this would have happened. And why didn't you give me money?
I was your sponsored student. "
Hearing her brazen entitlement, I was almost enraged to the point of losing my soul.
I had acted out of kindness, only to raise a knife that would turn against me.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw Braelynn standing in front of me, talking about her feelings for Jerred.