Revenge Is the Best Wedding Gift Chapter 12

Revenge Is the Best Wedding Gift Chapter 12

“The answer is: don’t be psychologically dependent on anyone. You need to become your own savior.”

“I don’t know what devastating blow you experienced tonight, but believe me, death is cowardly escape—it’s never true salvation.”

“Live, Lavinia. If anyone bullies you, fight back fiercely yourself. If you can’t knock them down once, grit your teeth and get up to fight a second time. As long as you’re alive, there’s always hope for a comeback.”

“Be your own savior, be the moon that shines only for yourself.”

Just then, the line on the heart monitor suddenly jumped, making strong beeping sounds, as if announcing that the person who had once sought death had miraculously found the strength to live.

On the operating table, my tightly closed eyes trembled slightly, as if responding to the doctor’s call.

After three days of observation in the ICU, I finally woke up.

Seeing me open my eyes, Rafe, who had stayed by my bedside without sleep for three whole days and nights, stood up excitedly, his voice trembling:

“Lavinia, you’re finally awake. Do you feel pain anywhere?”

My eyes flickered slightly, and my hands hidden under the hospital gown quietly clenched into fists.

After a moment, I shook my head in confusion and asked with curious tone:

“Excuse me, who are you?”

Rafe was thunderstruck, but immediately felt an irrepressible surge of wild joy.

During the three days waiting for me to wake up, he had rehearsed countless apologies in his mind, thought of countless reasons to beg forgiveness, even prepared to spend his lifetime winning me back.

He never imagined I would have amnesia and forget all those painful memories.

This was simply the perfect opportunity God had given him for a fresh start.