My Fiancée's True Love Crashed the Stream

People saw Dakota as the prestigious CEO, but back in college, she was just an animation-obsessed teen living off cheap bread. Someone like Kyle, who was dazzling and untouchable, would never have given her a second glance.

She pursued him for three years and lost all her pride along the way. Only when she finally looked back did she realize I had been the only one by her side the whole time.

The night Kyle left the country, Dakota got drunk out of her mind just to keep herself from running after him. I was so worried that I couldn't stop crying for her.

What did she say to me back then?

"Felix, you know Kyle is a thorn in my heart. Pulling it out will hurt, but once the pain passes, it'll be gone. You're my future."

For the next five years, she kept that promise. Her life consisted of just work and me.

Everyone said Dakota was a workaholic, that nothing mattered more to her than her career, but that was only because they had never met Kyle. No matter how big the deal, it could never outweigh him.

Now, with just a phone call and some sweet words, she picked up that very thorn and drove it right back into her heart without hesitation.

Dakota didn't wake up until nearly noon the next day. It was obvious she hadn't taken it easy with Kyle the night before.

When she saw me sitting on the couch, lost in thought, she hurried over and wrapped her arms around me. She was clearly feeling guilty.

"Felix, honey, I'm so sorry. Kyle came back this time to recover. His heart isn't in good shape," she explained. "We were classmates, after all. He was desperate and needed help. I couldn't just ignore him, could I?"

Her chin rested lightly on top of my head, and her tone was careful. That angle exposed the hickeys along her collarbone.

At the same time, the comments started flooding in again before my eyes.

"Guys, I looked closely this time. That cadaver looks exactly like Kyle!"

"Too bad, the faculty keeps donor identities strictly confidential. Otherwise, we would've gotten his name."

"What Dakota just said is bone-chilling… That cadaver died from a failed heart transplant…"

The rest of the live comments spiraled into speculation. Reading them felt like falling into a rabbit hole. I couldn't even focus on responding to Dakota.

My silence seemed to unnerve her. She grabbed me, forcing me to look into her eyes.

"You're not mad, right, honey? We didn't go through with the ceremony, but we're technically already married. That's a fact. Trust me, I only love you."

For a moment, I suddenly found the woman I had loved for years a little repulsive. She was truly rotten to the core.

Just then, Dakota's phone in her pocket rang. She had just been waiting desperately for my forgiveness, only to lose focus in an instant. She glanced at the time, and whatever patience she had left vanished.

She let go of me, stood up, and went back into the room. It took a long while before she came out again.

That dress she used to wear when pursuing Kyle, the one she had folded away at the bottom of the closet after he left, had been taken out and ironed smooth again.

It didn't even match her current style at all, but she wore it with obvious excitement.

I didn't reach out to hug her like I used to whenever she left. She didn't seem to notice either. She checked herself in the mirror and applied some makeup. Then, she told me there was something urgent at work, and left in a hurry.

A self-deprecating smile tugged lightly at my lips. Whether that man was truly Kyle or not, I had decided to give them my blessing.

I quickly told my parents about my decision. To my surprise, they supported it without hesitation.

Fortunately, Dakota and I had only held the wedding and hadn't registered our marriage yet. It was all because we were waiting to do it on Valentine's Day. It almost felt like fate had chosen for us.

With Dakota, my heart was devoid of any affection, though a newfound curiosity bloomed.

I checked the time and figured it was about right, so I took a cab over to Kyle's studio. It was on the 14th floor, third unit to the left—still the same, old shared apartment he had before he went abroad.

The door was locked. The floor-to-ceiling curtains were drawn tight as well.

Through the window, faint candlelight leaked through the gap in the curtains. It was broad daylight outside, but inside, the room was dim. I shifted my angle before I could make it out clearly.

Kyle was lying flat on the couch, naked. The candlelight carved out uneven shadows across his body. He was smiling and staring straight at Dakota without blinking.

His gaze pulled her in, and she seemed momentarily dazed. The atmosphere between them was thick, almost sweet in a suffocating way.

In the meantime, the medical student who had raised the suspicion earlier broke down in the comments. "Shit, guys… Seeing him in this pose makes the resemblance even more striking."