Half a month later, Foster was discharged from the hospital.

But on the day Foster and I were preparing to pick out wedding dresses, our car was rear-ended by a white Audi. So, Foster got out of the car to negotiate.

A tall girl in a white long skirt got out of the white Audi at the back. She apologized first, "I'm sorry, Sir. I just got my driver's license, so my driving skills are not very proficient yet. I'm sorry to cause you trouble. How about I add your contact information, so if there is any compensation later, you can contact me?"

At that time, Foster asked me to wait in the car, but I was really worried. So, I opened the window to see the situation. 

The moment I looked out through the car window, I could hear the girl's voice and see that they were still conversing about compensation.

But the moment I saw the girl's face clearly, my whole body froze in place. That girl was exactly the same as the one I saw on the cliff in the parallel space.

After Foster pushed me off the cliff and killed my family, that girl came out of the tent to hug and kiss Foster intimately.

I couldn’t believe my eyes at that moment. How could that girl in front of me at that time?

By the time I realized what was happening, I had already gotten out of the car in a daze.

Foster turned his head and looked at me, asking, "Viola, why did you get out of the car?"

I subconsciously glanced at Foster's phone. He had already typed a phone number on it, which should be the contact information of the girl I just saw.

Was that how they met?

In another parallel space, although Foster and I got married successfully, they fell in love with each other and got together.

So, it could that the car accident that time was the opportunity for them to meet.

I shouldn’t let that happen, right?

As a result, I also took out my phone and forced a stiff smile, saying, "Since my boyfriend may not be able to contact you, why don't I add your contact information also?

“Then, what's your name?"

The girl in front of me smiled and answered, "My name is Madelyn Calhoun."

I was suddenly struck by lightning.

Even the names were exactly the same.

The rear-end collision was not very serious, so Foster contacted the insurance company immediately and compensation was not a problem.

After the negotiations were over, Foster took me to pick out a wedding dress, while I was in a daze the whole way.

Foster looked at me gently and asked with a worried look on his face, "Viola, I noticed you weren't in a good state after we got in a car accident just now. What happened?"

I directly said in a very unhappy tone, "Foster, will you delete the contact information of that girl just now?"

Foster didn't react too much, just a confused expression that could be seen. He asked me, "What's wrong?"

I suddenly lost control of my emotions, acting like a mad man and yelled, "I told you to delete it!"

Foster probably didn't expect me to react so strongly. Although he was confused, he still did as I said.

"It's deleted, baby. Please don't be angry."

After that, he hugged me tenderly and comforted me.

"I know you don't like me adding other girls' contact information. I won't add them randomly in the future to avoid making you angry. Okay?"

My eyes were red, so I couldn't help but hug him tightly.

I didn’t know how to explain my current thoughts to Foster, but I was afraid that the ending in that parallel space would happen.

So, I tried my best to control Foster and not give him any chance to meet Madelyn anymore.

But I didn't expect that everything seemed to be destined.

Three days later, when I went to pick up Foster from work, I saw Madelyn again at the downstairs of the company.

At that time, she was smiling and talking to Foster.

My head suddenly started buzzing.

I didn't understand how things turned out like that?

As soon as Foster turned around and saw my car, he ended their conversation and got into the car with a smile.

"Baby, you came early today."

He tried to talk to me, but I just kept a straight face and said nothing.

It was not until he repeatedly asked me what was wrong with concern that I spoke coldly, "Who was that girl just now?"

Foster smiled and said, "I was wondering why you were in a bad mood today. It turns out you are jealous again."

He reached out his hand to rub my face, but I quickly dodged it.

Foster smiled helplessly and began to explain, "She is Madelyn, an employee our company has just hired. It seems that you had forgotten the girl we met before, the one who rear-ended the car that day. It was her, Viola. Well, she looks very delicate, but she is actually very careless."

Foster smiled and shook his head when explaining that. But then he didn't mention her again when he saw my expression worsened.

Well, at that time, I felt like my sensitive nerve had been pierced. I even started to imagine wildly what happened between them.

Under the manipulation of the hand of fate, they, who were strangers a few days ago, had become colleagues at that time.

Then seven years later, he would fall in love with Madelyn.

What was more, for Madelyn, he would even push me off a cliff and kill my entire family.

It didn’t seem real for me before, but then it started to seem possible at that moment. So, when thinking of that, my heart suddenly turned cold.

"Foster, let's break up," I said.

Foster was completely stunned when he heard what I said.

He looked up at me in disbelief and asked, "Viola, what did you just say?"

I pursed my lips tightly and repeated it again.

Foster could tell that I was not joking and fell silent.

We had been in love for three years and had never had a quarrel in these three years. He had been infinitely tolerant of me.

We agreed when we first got together that no matter what conflicts we had, we were not allowed to say angry words like breaking up or separating.

So even when I lost my temper and smashed a cup, he never said a word of breaking up.

As a result, the atmosphere in the car reached freezing point at that moment.

He seemed to be thinking for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out.

"Viola, can you tell me what I did wrong? We were fine, so why did we break up?" Foster couldn’t help asking.

Others break up because of cheating or emotional breakdown, so there was no way to stay together anymore.

But the reason for my breakup was hard to tell.

I couldn't just say I was breaking up with him at that time because he was going to kill my whole family in the future. After all, that sounded ridiculous, right?

But my reason told me that if I didn't break up with him at that time, I would only be able to watch him and Madelyn getting closer and closer.

I took a deep breath and pretended to be indifferent in the end.

"I have no reason, it’s just that I'm tired of it," I said.

We had originally agreed to take wedding photos after getting off work that day.

The wedding dress for that day had already been picked out and it was even the style I liked so much. But I was not in the mood at all.

In the end, I cancelled the wedding photo shoot, sent Foster to his home, then blocked and deleted all his contact information.

"Viola, please stop making trouble, okay?

"Did something happen to you? Tell me the reason so that we can solve it together. Don't carry it all by yourself.

"I don't understand why we broke up so suddenly."

Without saying a word, I drove Foster out of the car.

When I was the only one left in the car, I finally couldn't hold back my tears.

I loved Foster deeply, but compared to love, I cared more about my family’s safety.

Every time I thought of Madelyn, the tragic scene of my parents being pushed off the cliff and my brother being killed by rocks came to my mind.

I didn't want them to die. So, I ended up not wanting to be with Foster anymore.

After breaking up, Foster came to my house to find me every few days. But I locked myself in my room and didn't go out for several days.

My mother thought we had had an argument, so she was very worried and came to persuade me every day.

"Viola, it's common for young couples to quarrel. But Foster treats you very well and he hasn't done anything wrong. Why do you want to break up with him?"

I just kept silent.

“If you can’t tell him the reason, at least tell me.”

"Mom, please let him go back."

In the end, my mother shook her head, sighed deeply and left.

But Foster still didn't leave. He was downstairs the whole time and made more than a dozen missed calls to me from an unfamiliar phone number.

So, I turned off my phone immediately.

I stood in front of the window and looked down.

At that time, I saw Foster looked up at me with a sad face and said, "Baby, please don’t be like this. Come and tell me the reason, okay?"

I closed my eyes, turned around, closed the curtains and didn't look anymore.

I didn't know how long it took before thunder roared in the sky.

By the time I realized it, I rushed to the window to look downstairs. It had already started raining heavily, but my ex-boyfriend, Foster, actually stood in the heavy rain without moving.

How could he not even know how to take shelter from the rain?

I walked out holding an umbrella and said, "Foster, we've broken up. Please don't keep pestering me here."

After saying that, I turned to leave, but unexpectedly Foster took a few steps forward and hugged me from behind.

He felt as aggrieved as an abandoned puppy while saying, "Baby, can you tell me what I did wrong?

"I don't want to be separated from you. I will correct whatever mistakes you tell me. I will do anything you ask me to do, as long as you don't leave me."

I froze in place and glanced back at him tentatively to ask, "Is it true that you can do anything?"

Foster nodded frantically.

So, I tried to tell him my inner thought in the end, "If I asked you to resign and never have anything to do with Madelyn again, you will do it?"

Foster looked at me in some surprise.

I knew that the job he was doing at that time was his dream job. Foster even had put in a lot of effort and hard work to get to where he was that day.

So, if I asked him to give up suddenly, he would definitely not be able to accept it easily.

As if he suddenly realized something, Foster asked me with a frown, "Viola, is it because of Madelyn?

"I have explained to you many times that we are just ordinary colleagues. We even have no other intersection.

"But as long as I remember, you're not a jealous person, so why do you... dislike her?"