บททั้งหมดของ Never Married, Yet I'm on This Wedding Tape: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

The bride in the video turned and looked straight into the camera.My heart skipped a beat. For some reason, it seemed as though she wasn't looking at the cameraman. She seemed to be looking at me.Then, she suddenly spoke. "I've finally found you."Her voice was soft, but I heard every single word clearly.A chill shot down my spine.The people in the video were moving around. Only she stood still, staring into the camera."If you're watching this DVD, it means he found you," the bride said.I froze. What did she mean by that?Before I could react, the screen went black, and the TV lost its signal.I grabbed the remote and hit the play button over and over, but nothing happened.The eject button didn't work either. The player seemed to have broken down.After messing with the player for over ten minutes, I finally unplugged it.A few seconds later, I plugged it back in, and the player started working again.But the DVD inside it was gone.I stood there, stunned.The tra

After a long silence, the magazine seller, George Zahn, finally spoke. "Where did you get this?"I looked at the shipping label in my hand and explained, "I bought it online."George shook his head, not believing me. He said, "That's impossible. That man died years ago. All his stuff was cleared out. There's no way he gave it to you."I gasped and blurted, "No way! He was just livestreaming two days ago. How could he be dead? When did he die?""Three years ago," George replied. "He died right behind this street. The guy had a heart attack and passed away before they could get him to the hospital."I still looked doubtful. Seeing that, George told me the livestreamer's real name. It was Aidan Cooper.George said, "If you don't believe me, ask around. His stall was taken down after he died."Still in a daze, I asked around, but everyone gave me the same answer.When I returned to the magazine stall, my mind was completely blank.Aidan died three years ago? But he had sold me tha

Every stroke, curve, and amount of pressure in the signature on the marriage certificate matched the way I wrote my signature now.I didn't even know how I managed to walk out of the cafe. The sun was so hot that the asphalt felt soft. My legs felt weak as I walked.I folded the marriage certificate copy and put it in my bag, along with the letter George gave me.It was already 2:00 pm when I returned to my apartment complex. The sun was bright, and a few older women sat under the trees downstairs, chatting.I usually never spoke to them, but for some reason, I slowed my pace that day."Hey, did you hear? That old man in Block No. 3 had another episode a few days ago," a woman in a floral shirt said in a hushed voice. "He was lighting candles in the hallway in the middle of the night. It even brought the fire department over.""You mean Old Man Zane? He's had that condition for years, hasn't he? It comes and goes," another woman with curly hair replied."Exactly. He seems perf

The moment Mom saw me, she froze. "You don't look so well. Are you sick?""I'm okay. The trip just wore me out." I brushed it off.Mom kept going on about how I had lost weight, looked too pale, and probably wasn't eating well again. I didn't hear a single word of it. I kept watching her expression, looking for any sign that something was off.Back at the old house, everything looked just as I remembered. The living room still had the same furniture I had grown up with. A photo from my college days still hung on the wall, and everything was arranged neatly in place.But when I said I wanted to check the attic, Mom paused while carrying a dish."What's there to see up there? It's covered in dust." She didn't even turn around. "Have your lunch first.""I just want to take a look. I think I left something up there." I tried to make it sound casual."I packed all your childhood things away in the closet. There's nothing up there that's yours." Her voice grew tense.I said nothi

My body reacted quicker than my mind did. Tears streamed down my face as a sharp pain pierced my chest."His name was Julian." I could hear my voice tremble. "His name was Julian York, wasn't it?"Mom knelt and hugged me. Tears were streaming down her face too."I'm sorry, Vera. I'm so sorry," she said. "We only did it to protect you. The doctor said if you remembered again, you wouldn't be able to bear it.""What happened?" I grabbed her arm. "Tell me. Tell me everything! I have a right to know."Mom wiped away her tears. Just as she was about to speak, someone started knocking on the front door downstairs.The rhythm was the same as the knocking I heard two nights ago. It was heavy, fast, and continuous. It was as if someone was pounding on the door.Mom's face turned ghostly white, even paler than it had been when she first saw the chest. She grabbed my wrist so hard that her nails dug into my skin. "Don't make a sound," she said frantically. "Don't go downstairs. Pretend n