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to evade justice because he chose his victims carefully, targeting girls others envied or disliked, those who were withdrawn or socially isolated.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

of her lips lifted into a strained

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wind scattered her words, leaving

know what you've been through. If you have evidence, I can

that moment, school officials, along with others, began

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eyes. She stepped back,

deeply, taking a few steps forward. "When have I ever lied to you? I can help

about? Briony, on the way up here, Mr. Gross already explained everything to me. He won't breathe a word about this. There's no need to resort to such measures." Cade's voice carried a mix of

didn't listen to him..." Briony began, but Zackary cut her

to graduate. You've worked so hard to

Ophelia roared, glaring daggers at

these were the same lines Zackary had used to

expected, hearing his words only made Briony's

word hitting Ophelia like

fists clenched tightly, as though she wanted

will only let him get away with it even more. Briony, come down..." Ophelia's voice was swallowed

freshman year in architecture, I've been working on a design. I

to be someone from Gloomhaven again..." Briony wore a faint smile. Briony's

and began to lean backward, her entire body tipping away from the rooftop. "No... please!" Ophelia lunged forward, and two

She grabbed her.

go... please don't..." Ophelia's voice cracked as

me off in my final moments." Briony smiled

choked out, desperation lacing her

away little by little. At that moment, Ophelia had never

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something.

leaned dangerously over the railing as she watched,

impact resounded through

like a grotesque, blood-red

up,' Ophelia thought, her

life vanish through her fingers, Ophelia's eyes turned

couldn't she just hold on..."

and regret.

the school officials' whispers

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

witnessing such a scene evident on their faces. A few staff members

gestures of concern,

fury, now glinted with a malevolent edge,