My Fiancée Hates Me novel Chapter 92

[Erik's Perspective]

I returned to the past in an alternate world and regained my memories of my past life.

I was given another chance at life...

This world is comparatively different than that of the one I lived through. In this one, Arielle broke off our engagement, got together with Garett, and tells me she hates me.

Arielle seemed happy being with Garett as if we were never engaged in the first place. She also seemed to not have recalled any of those painful memories she had of Garett's death. If she did, she would not so easily attach herself to Garett like that since it was both of our faults that brought about his death. I should have been happy for her, but all I felt was bitterness.

While I suffered inside with these memories I regained, Garett could happily stay by Arielle's side without a care in the world. Later, I found out that Arielle had memories of our past lives. However, she clearly expressed her opinions about how being my fiancée was slowly killing her from the inside. I surmised that was probably why she went to be with Garett. He made her feel happy and safe. All guilt I felt for letting him die in our past lives seemed to disappear.

That is why I dressed up as him and went to see Arielle. I wanted to at least capture his hurt expression as he saw me kissing Arielle, but it all backfired when I heard that a bookcase fell on top of her shortly after she ran away from me when she found out that I was not Garett whom she had been accompanying on her date with.

Her accident was clearly my fault, yet this Garett asked me to come visit her and even bring her flowers.

I could not believe how generous this Garett was. I forced a kiss on Arielle in front of him, but he still asked me to come visit her as if nothing happened. He then proceeded to tell me that Arielle had lied to me about hating me and never stopped caring about me. He was clearly in love with Arielle but told me the truth anyways. His altruistic nature made me feel guilty for having tried to hurt him.

I loved Arielle too, yet I doubt that I could have done the same in his position.

"Would you mind getting flowers for Arielle?" Garett asked.

"I think she would be much happier if you brought them," I said.

"...I want to stay by her side a little longer," Garett said with an awkward smile.

He was willing to give me a chance to make up with Arielle.

"Thank you," I told him.

"...Her favorite flowers are peonies," Garett said.

I went downstairs to find the florist nearby.

As I bought a bouquet, I tried to think back the last time I bought her a bouquet. Ever since Garett died in our past lives, I could not remember the last gift that I gave her in my past life. I had many chances to give her a simple gift but gave up every time. I could have just given her a simple gift and opened up a conversation with her but was scared to try anything. That was probably why our relationship was slowly dying.

When I returned to Arielle's room, I learned that the accident from the bookcase had made her lose all of her memories of my death, her suicide and this second life. She vaguely remembered Garett's death but could not remember the small details leading up to the incident or what happened afterwards. On top of that, she had no recollection of this Garett who was currently by her side.

It was as if God was giving me a second chance to be with this person.