Fatal Rebirth: No Longer Marrying Childhood SweetheartsChapter 1 Fatal Rebirth
Vincent Murphy, my childhood sweetheart seemed like a different person overnight.
He smashed my beloved violin, fell in love with a girl who bullied me, and destroyed my right arm that could pluck the strings.
He admired my wretched appearance leisurely.
"Does it hurt? But it was you and others who killed me in my previous life.
"Fortunately, I have the chance to live once again."
1
Thirty-two days had passed since Vincent's personality changed drastically.
Sitting in the living room with a cigarette in his mouth, he didn't care about me as usual. Instead, I could feel that his eyes revealed a deep hate.
I remembered that he had never smoked in the past.
In the past month, he became a chain smoker.
As I entered the room, Vincent didn't even turn his head but said coldly.
"There is a place for a performance abroad next month in your school.
"You withdraw and give way to Jean White."
Jean, the only heir of the White Group, became Vincent's new girlfriend since his personality had changed drastically.
She was also the one who led the bullying against me at school.
They formed a small group and enjoyed teasing me every day. As Vincent, who used to take care of me, found out, he just commented nonchalantly, "As a vicious person, she must be properly disciplined."
I didn't understand why Vincent, who loved me so much, inexplicably put a vicious label on me suddenly, and then refused to listen to any explanation and only wanted me to pay the price.
I asked in a hoarse voice, "Vincent, you know I eagerly want to perform on stage. I was chosen by the mentor, so why did you let me give up this opportunity?"
Vincent put out the cigarette and stared at me with venomous eyes.
"Didn't I tell you that I don't want to hear you call my name? It just makes me feel sick."
Tears poured down my cheeks.
"Vincent, what did I do wrong? Can you tell me?"
His disgust towards me lasted for a whole month.
Vincent seemed like a different person. He looked at me with icy cold eyes as if I were a disgusting object.
But in fact, I didn't know what I had done wrong.
The one I carried was the violin that I had used for more than two years. It was a birthday gift that Vincent asked someone to custom-make for me from abroad on my eighteenth birthday.
It was made of maple with a refined texture.