Chapter 3

Gideon and I fell in love freely.

I first met him during a work-study program. It seemed like he broke something and didn't know what to do. Seeing his gloomy expression, I kindly helped him deal with the broken item and negotiated with the boss about compensation.

Luckily, the item wasn't expensive, and the boss didn't ask for much. He paid, and we went back to school together.

I learned he was from my school and, like me, was a student working part-time due to financial difficulties.

I lost my parents young and relied on my grandparents and my own efforts to get through school. I felt a connection with someone in a similar situation, and since he was quite talkative, we exchanged contacts and shared many part-time jobs.

Gradually, we confirmed our relationship.

Our love was simple, plain, and fulfilling.

There was no epic romance or dramatic turmoil, just as I expected, and I was content.

In our third year of dating, he proposed to me.

He said he came from a modest background, didn't have assets, only a decent face, and hoped to marry me to live a simple life.

I didn't care about his background or looks; I liked him because our personalities matched.

I accepted his proposal, but two months after our wedding, he had an accident.

The doctor said he unfortunately became a vegetative state and might lie in bed for life. But he was young, and if I persisted in treatment, helping his recovery, there was a good chance he'd wake up.

So, for three years, I've been diligently caring for him, giving up opportunities at big companies, and sold everything my grandparents left me to treat him.

But now, the comments tell me.

All my efforts and dedication were just his test for me.

And I was just the antagonist in his story, the one who loved but couldn't have him, who turned evil from love and faded away as a malicious non-playable character.