Chapter 1
I had a crush on my uncle, Brennan Krueger, but he wasn’t related toby blood.
When | was twenty, Brennan's fiancée, Brittany Harding, accidentally discovered hundreds of love
letters in my drawer. She found out my secret.
Brittany forced Brennan to sendabroad to study, but | had to drop out and cback because | developed a
huge tumor in my
abdomen.
She slanderedby claiming | carried someone’s baby and wanted to secretly give birth at home.
Brennan asked her to takefor an abortion, then lockedup in the house as punishment.
She mistakenly thought that when Brennan went abroad last time, | took the opportunity to get pregnant with his
baby. So she threwinto an unlicensed clinic and had someone cut open my
belly to remove the baby.
She only realized that there was a tumor in my stomach, but she just had someone sew up my belly
and throwinto the house to fend for myself.
| struggled for nearly half a year, and Brennan never cto seeonce.
A year after | died, he finally discovered the skeleton in the house.
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But he didn’t investigate it and continued to live his happy married life.
| was reborn to the day when the love letter was discovered. In this lifetime, | wouldn't love
Brennan anymore.
Later, I called my mentor and said, “I've decided to join the field survey team and head into the mountains. I'll
meet you at the airport in seven days!”
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| walked to the bedroom door and saw Brittany sitting at my desk, flipping through the hundreds of
unsent love letters in the drawer.
This time, | didn’t get into an argument with her like | used to, feeling embarrassed and angry.
Instead, | confidently stepped forward and retrieved those unopened love letters.
“Auntie, are you helpingtidy up the desk? | could have done it myself!”
My calling of “Auntie” stunned Brittany on the spot, causing her to momentarily forget about the
love letter.
She widened her eyes and asked me, “What did you just call me? Haven't you always been calling
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| pretended to already know. “Auntie, were you still trying to hide it from me? | heard Uncle talking about your
wedding with the family yesterday. So, you're my aunt now, right?”
Brittany was skeptical, squinting her foxy eyes atand asking, “Really? You're not just trying to make me
happy, are you?”
I nodded,
“Really! That's true!”
She didn’t letoff that easily, but this tshe didn’t intend to open the envelope in my hand.
“Marlene, were these letters written for Brennan? No wonder | always felt there was something off about the way
you looked at him. Do you like him?”
Brittany pursed her lips, and | knew she was doubting something.
These hundreds of love letters were all written with the sperson’s name, Brennan Krueger.
| played it cool and said, “Auntie, you think I looked at Brennan weird or something? You know very well |
wouldn't dare look at him directly. I'm terrified of him! And who in this family isn’t afraid of
him?”
| was telling the truth. Even Brittany was a little scared of him.
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Actually, | wasn't afraid of him because | was raised by the Krueger family when | was eight years old, and
Brennan raised me.
He was a close friend of my parents, and after their unfortunate death, he tookback to the Krueger family.
He was worried that others wouldn't take good care of me, so he keptby his side and raised me
himself.
As | grew up, | unexpectedly developed inappropriate feelings towards him.
On the day | turned eighteen, | drank alcohol for the first tand then, fueled by the courage it gave me,
confessed my feelings to him.
He got very angry and scoldedfor being shameless.
Later, | kept this idea in my heart, and all those feelings of love were written in love letters.
| thought | was being very discreet, but his fiancée still found out.
In the previous life, she made excuses to have Brennan sendabroad, and after | fell seriously ill,
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she slanderedand framed me.
And a year
after my tragic death, Brennan finally remembered me, but by then | had long turned
into a pile of bones.
In this life, | would never make the smistakes again.