Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

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In an avalanche, no single snowflake was innocent.

Ophelia cast a cold, disdainful glance at the crowd.

She could hardly believe that these words were coming from the mouths of top students from Dellanex University.

Before long, fire trucks arrived. Teachers and school administrators began evacuating the crowd, cordoning off the area.

Ophelia lifted the caution tape and charged through, sprinting toward the rooftop.

Even with the building's height, over ten stories, she managed to run faster than the firefighters.

Briony was the girl who, as a child, had lost a finger.

She'd grown up beautiful and, in high school, received sponsorship to attend college.

Before time travel, Ophelia had only heard about a girl who, unable to endure Zackary's harassment and threats, had left behind a recording before jumping off a building. She'd died in the ICU less than a day later. What Ophelia hadn't expected was that the girl in question was Briony.

Zackary had always managed to evade justice because he chose his victims carefully, targeting girls others envied or disliked, those who were withdrawn or socially isolated.

At the time, Zackary had deliberately smeared Briony's reputation. With his unassuming appearance, he managed to fool

everyone.

For the sake of the school's reputation, the incident had been buried.

And because of Briony's circumstances, an orphan with no relatives, there had been no one to advocate for her.

Zackary not only escaped punishment but even garnered sympathy from others.

Meanwhile, Briony, the true victim, was bombarded with vile words and cruelty.

The door to the rooftop slammed open under Ophelia's force.

Briony stood at the edge in a white dress. The wind was strong, causing her dress to billow, her long hair whipping chaotically around her gaunt frame.

She looked frail, her body skeletal and devoid of vitality, teetering on the brink.

"Briony, do you remember me?" Ophelia called out, her chest rising and falling as she tried to soften her voice.

Briony turned her head slowly, her vacant eyes rimmed with dark circles glimmering faintly. "Ophelia..." Ophelia nodded fervently. "It's me, Briony. Can you believe we've met again? Remember the promise we made as kids?" Briony thought for a moment before replying, "I remember. To build houses and schools in Gloomhaven..."

"Yes, that's right, houses and schools. Come down, okay? I'm already working on it. We're so close to developing that area. Come down, please," said Ophelia.

hollow, though the corners of her lips lifted into a

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words, leaving Ophelia

can help you bring him down.

moment, school officials, along with others,

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among them, fear flooded her eyes. She stepped

have I ever lied to you?

a word about this. There's no need to resort to such measures." Cade's voice carried a mix of

me! If I didn't listen

about to graduate. You've worked so hard to get

up!" Ophelia roared, glaring daggers

same lines Zackary had used

expected, hearing his words only made Briony's

Four whole years..." Briony murmured, each word hitting Ophelia like

she wanted nothing more than to tear

survive, I have nothing left. If my death can bring justice to these monsters..." Briony trailed off. "No. Your death will only let him get away with it even more. Briony, come down..." Ophelia's voice was swallowed by the wind. It was as if Briony hadn't heard

year in architecture, I've been working on a

be someone from Gloomhaven again..." Briony

away from the rooftop. "No... please!"

She grabbed her.

don't let go... please don't..." Ophelia's

in my final moments." Briony

out, desperation

Briony's fingers slipped away little by little. At that moment, Ophelia had never wanted so

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something.

leaned dangerously over the railing as she watched, helpless, as Briony slipped

resounded through the

fanned out like a grotesque, blood-red rose blooming against the

her... I could've pulled her up,' Ophelia thought, her mind a whirlwind

vibrant life vanish through her

just hold on..." murmured someone in

faces of grief and regret. Firefighters rubbed at their reddened eyes,

the school officials' whispers carried an insensitive tone

ordered damage control. "Make sure this doesn't leak beyond campus,"

scene evident on their faces. A few staff

the outward gestures of concern, not a single person truly

gaze lifted. Her bloodshot eyes, burning with fury, now glinted with a malevolent edge, as though she were a demon emerging straight