Love's Gentle StormChapter 1
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"Oscar Smith, it's hard for me to have a holiday, and why don't you come looking for me? Are you still a man?
"If you don't come, we'll break up!"
During the holiday, I finally found time to go home and see my mother after a busy year, but my girlfriend got angry.
Grace and I had been together for five years, and I had never refused her anything.
Although I rejected her just once, she couldn't stand it and planned to block me as punishment.
"My mom had a heart surgery recently. You go too far!"
In the next second, I blocked her first.
I wouldn't let her control me in this life.
Thinking of all that I went through in my previous life, I felt uncomfortable all over.
I touched my penis and found that it was still fine.
In my previous life, I died once thanks to Grace Turner.
We had been together for five years, and I used to give her what she asked from college to graduation.
Even her best friends envied her for having such a good boyfriend.
Grace's family relationships were complex. Both her parents remarried. Her mother, Yara, gave birth to a boy with her stepfather, Brutus.
Nobody cared about Grace in the new family.
However, she was eager to go home during the holiday. As expected, upon getting home, she was severely bullied by her stepbrother, Billy Turner, two years younger than her.
In my previous life, she threatened to break up with me during the same holiday. Thus, I only stayed at home for three days before rushing back to her hometown in the village to accompany her.
Not only did her whole family look down on me, but also what that bastard did was outrageous.
I stood up for Grace as she was bullied badly, but Billy treated me as the most hated person.
The night before I was kicked out, he threw firecrackers into the pit when I went to the toilet.
Being covered with blood, I was in excruciating pain.
The private parts of my lower body were shattered into pieces on the spot.
The whole family, including my girlfriend, didn't even look at me. They sent me to the hospital and ran away.
They left without paying any medical expenses, and it was my mother who paid the money. At that time, she came all the way here in the middle of the night with her hair turning grey in anxiety.
Staying in the ICU for ten years spent all of our savings.
Even so, I didn't blame Grace. What I thought about when I came out of the ICU was to comfort her.