Semua Bab I Spent My Life Granting His Wishes: Bab 1 - Bab 10

As I descended from the sacred mountain, the icy wind hit me at once. I glanced down. My coat sleeves hung past my hands, my arms swallowed up inside them. Even my shoes were too big now, and I stumbled along like a child wearing clothes several sizes too big. …I braced myself against the wall and climbed onto a stool, barely managing to get our apartment door open.My custom wedding dress, still in its garment bag, hung in the entryway. My fiance, Ethan Hayes, had hung it there himself just two weeks earlier. Suddenly, my phone on the table buzzed. A message from Ethan popped up. It read, "Ashley just woke up. The doctor said she can't handle any emotional stress right now. Don't make a scene. Just wait for me."My gaze lingered on the words "don't make a scene", and a cold ache spread through my chest. I'd risked my life for this, but to him, it was nothing more than me making a fuss. Just then, another message appeared. "She just pulled through, so I need to stay with

Inside that room was the bed Ethan and I had chosen together after three separate trips to furniture stores. Ethan said nothing. Instead, he helped Ashley out of the coat and hung it on the rack like it was the most natural thing in the world.Then, something in the entryway caught his eye, and he froze. "Mirabel?" he called out.Ethan's brows furrowed, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. "How did you end up like this?"I looked up at him. "I told you. If I made one more wish, I'd become three years old."Having said that, I set the signed agreement that formalized the end of our engagement on the coffee table. The soft scrape of paper against its surface barely made a sound.Ethan never looked at the agreement. Instead, his gaze landed on the open suitcase nearby. "Why did you empty out the closet?" he asked with a frown. I replied, "I'm packing. I'm leaving today."Ashley immediately stepped forward and tugged at his sleeve. "Ethan… did I cause this? Maybe I

Ethan carried me and rushed out of the chamber, his hands shaking uncontrollably. He hadn't even stopped to grab his coat. I was swallowed up by my own coat, the fabric hanging loose around me. All I could manage were the faintest whimpers. Even my cries were so weak they sounded as though they might stop at any moment. Ethan sprinted to the parking garage. He tried several times, but he couldn't even get the key into the ignition. Under his breath, he kept repeating, "Impossible… That's impossible…"Then, he called the chief of a private hospital. The moment the call connected, Ethan started shouting that there had been a serious and completely unexplained medical emergency. He even demanded every top specialist be on standby at once. Right then, Ashley came running after him. Her face was drained of color as she planted herself in front of the car door. She stared at the bundle in Ethan's arms, panic flashing in her eyes. Yet, when she finally spoke, she didn't ask if I

Nearby, Ashley was still crying, insisting on how frightened and helpless she'd been that day. Ethan looked up at her. The warmth that had once filled his eyes was gone. He pointed toward the door and ordered her to get out. After that, he lifted me from the crib, carried me back into the chamber, and laid me on a soft cushion. He then stood before the altar, utterly at a loss.Ethan was searching for a way to turn me back. Following what he had seen me do, he sliced open his palm and smeared his blood across the altar.Moments later, the old altar flared crimson. Faded lines of text appeared in midair, revealing the only way to undo what had happened. The one who received the wish was bound to return what they'd taken. Only then could the course of fate be restored. First, Ethan had to return the life that had been restored to him after the plane crash. Second, he had to give back the career and wealth he had reclaimed after losing everything. Third, Ashley had to return

Ashley started analyzing the situation, utterly convinced she was right. According to her, Ethan hated dealing with trouble, and he'd get tired of taking care of a baby soon enough. Once his patience ran out, he'd come crawling back to her.She refused to go back to the days when she was sick and broke. She didn't want to count every dollar just to afford her medication.Ashley straightened up and looked toward the altar beside her. The scattered papers and red pen remained exactly where they'd been left. Suddenly, a reckless impulse took hold of her. Ashley actually had the nerve to make a wish in my chamber. She stepped forward, grabbed the pen, and scrawled across the page. She wrote, "Let Mirabel remain an infant who can never speak."Then, she bit her index finger until it bled before pressing it against the paper. The red glow had barely begun when the door burst open, slamming against the wall with a bang. Ethan stood in the doorway. His tie hung crooked, two butt