Back Then, I Adored You - Chapter 622: : Your Happiness Is My Happiness (2)

[Mature Content.]**[COMPLETED.]**Winter’s second marriage was nothing like the fairytale of her first. She spent the past two years being intimidated and abused by her evil mother-in-law, Camilla.She endured it all for the sake of her second husband, Sebastian. But she was finally pushed to her breaking point when she found out that Sebastian cheated on her and seized all of her assets accumulated from her previous marriage.Winter was left with nothing but a baby in her womb.“You have taken everything from me, Sebastian Saenz. So I will take this baby with me to the grave. He doesn’t deserve to be born unloved by his scum father,” Winter said before she jumped from the balcony and plunged to her death.She thought she’d end up in the afterlife with her first late husband.But she found herself back in the past, two years earlier when she had just finished her wedding reception with Sebastian Saenz.Thus, equipped with the knowledge of her misfortune that would happen two years from now on, she vowed to protect herself and everything that her first husband left for her from the hands of her greedy second husband and mother-in-law.But what would happen if Sebastian also returned back in time to beg for her forgiveness.Would she give him a second chance?Or would she destroy him just like how he destroyed her in their previous life?“What should I do so you will forgive me, Winter?” Sebastian asked as he was on his knees. “You are the only one I have, so please…”Winter stood coldly, staring down at the man who ruined her in the previous life, “Then I will take everything from you, Sebastian. I want you to know the anguish I felt in my last moment.”

Unconditional obedience to him? Dream on! Regrettably, after marrying Tang Yuchen, An Ruo's daily thoughts were of escape, escape, and more escape! Someone grew furious, “You want to flee? The only way out is if you die, or I perish!” Fine, she chose death! Yet he laughed wickedly, “Woman, do you intend to kill the son in your womb?”

Collecting legendary antiques, retracing the mysterious martial arts. From the moment he activated his cheat, Casio knew that he was no longer ordinary.[Legendary Antiques: Wind Elephant Ivory Pendant]Seventy years ago, in the North Flow Country of the Hong Li Federation, at the Wind Elephant Gate Youth Training Camp.“Li Wei, you are a coward! On the day your sister was brutally murdered, you were trembling in a corner! On the night of the Sect Destruction War, you disgracefully fled! During the many long years of revenge, you missed the opportunity again and again!”“Now let me teach you what bravery is, let me tell you how to turn suffering into your power. I hope at the moment you behead your enemy, you will remember: you are a man, an upright man!”The taboo era, hidden legends. A Foggy continent paralyzed by the sealed land. Countless brilliant antiquities wail in the ruins.I will witness your lost legends in the mist, the knights in the sky, the ghosts in the desert, the rats in the mud. The direction of sword fights points to the light, and flowers will grow where bullets fall. The winds of history will eventually sweep away the rubbish from the era's gravesite.

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”