My Life For Her Happy Ending Chapter 07

My Life For Her Happy Ending Chapter 07

A long, heavy sigh echoed through the great hall. As dark mist churned, a cold electronic screen flickered to life, the system interface materializing 

in midair. 

Blue streams of data pulsed through its form. Its mechanical voice carried no emotion, yet radiated an authority that crushed all rules. 

The three of them threw themselves to the ground, prostrating again and again. 

“System, we were ignorant! We were blind! We were deceived! Chloe deliberately drove a wedge between us! She tricked us into favoring her!” 

“We never meant to hurt Mia! We were wrong! Please, show mercy! Let Mia be reborn! We’ll make it up to her, we’ll love her for the rest of our lives!” 

Lines of code cascaded down the system 

interface. It gazed down at the three weeping figures, its mechanical voice deep and resonant, humming with infinite calculation. 

“This system has computed destinies for many years. I have processed countless datasets of 

human hearts and emotional variables. But never 

have I seen parents so skilled at reversing right 

and wrong, so extreme in their favoritism.” 

The words hit Mom and Dad like a sledgehammer. 

They broke down instantly. They raised their hands and slapped their own faces, over and over. The sharp cracks of their palms echoed through the silent hall, each blow harder than the last. 

“We were wrong! We were biased! We were fools!” 

Mom’s wail tore through the air, her voice shattered. 

“We should have believed Mia! We shouldn’t have scolded her, shouldn’t have failed her! We’re the ones who wronged our precious daughter!” 

Dad gritted his teeth, his eyes red, cursing himself. 

“I judged the wrong person. I protected the wrong daughter. It’s all my fault! All my fault for calling her stubborn that day!” 

Ethan knelt rigidly in place, his body ice–cold, the regret in his eyes nearly swallowing him whole. 

The system stayed silent. Its interface flickered, and a holographic display bloomed before them. 

The screen showed Chloe. She casually 

mentioned she wanted pineapple upside–down 

cake. Mom immediately went to the kitchen to 

make it. 

She said she wanted pastries from that shop 

across town. Dad got in the car without a word. 

She said she wanted that wedding dress. Ethan 

took her for measurements the very next day. 

Whatever she said, they did. 

The scene shifted. 

I saw myself lying in that room, pressing my palm 

against the open wound. The flesh wouldn’t close. 

The blood kept seeping out. 

I bit down on the corner of the blanket and pieced 

myself together, inch by inch, my fingers covered. 

in my own blood. 

Back then, I was still thinking: once they’re done, 

they’ll come check on me. 

The scene changed again. 

I stood in the living room, crying to Mom. “Mom, I’m not lying. I was in the accident too. I’m on the same quest.” 

Mom didn’t even turn around. “Chloe isn’t feeling well. Don’t make things worse.” 

I stood in front of Ethan, tugging at his sleeve. “Ethan, look at my wound. I called you that day…” 

He frowned and pulled his sleeve back. “Mia, stop. 

I’m busy with Chloe.” 

I crouched at Dad’s feet, looking up at him. “Dad, 

remember? Before we went out, I told you I was 

going to buy Mom a light blue scarf.” 

Dad glanced down at me with pure irritation. “Your 

sister barely survived. Can’t you just stay quiet for 

two days?” 

Every time I told the truth, they only got more 

annoyed. 

I showed them my wounds. They said I was 

begging for sympathy. 

I pulled up my phone records. They said I was fabricating evidence. 

I stood in front of them, crying. They said I was throwing another tantrum for attention. 

Then the scene froze on the wedding. 

White roses everywhere. Crystal chandeliers. Soft, 

muted drapes. 

Chloe walked down the aisle in her wedding dress. 

Ethan waited at the altar. 

The officiant asked, “Do you take this woman to 

be your wife?” 

Ethan looked into Chloe’s eyes. “I do.” 

The guests applauded. My parents wiped away tears. Everyone was smiling. 

In that instant, I saw myself lying in that room, my body twitching one final time before it went completely still. 

The system’s interface glowed with cold blue light. 

It looked at the three people drowning in agony and spoke again, its mechanical voice carrying an unappealable judgment. 

“Mia Sullivan and Chloe Sullivan were not 

originally destined to die. Both had long lifespans 

ahead of them. This system, moved by the 

hardship of mortal life, granted you a second 

chance.” 

“But you chose to favor the wicked and betray the 

true–hearted. You squandered this trial.” 

“Fate can be changed. But the human heart 

cannot be redeemed. What is lost is lost.” 

“Mia is not coming back.”