Helping My Boyfriend and His White Moonlight
Chapter 1
The day of the wedding, I hid Ryan’s phone. I
didn’t want him to answer any calls from his
precious Sarah.
She ended up overdosing because of it, and
Ryan went ballistic. He publicly announced he
was marrying a ghost.
I begged and pleaded, but all he said was,
“You owe this to Sarah. You’re lucky I’m not
pressing charges!”
Everyone thought I was a joke.
Just when I was ready to give up, Ryan’s
brother, Brandon, took my hand
“Eleanor, I’ve been in love with you for years.
I won’t let you die. Spend your life with me,
okay?”
Thinking about Ryan’s coldness, I nodded and
married his brother.
But a year later, when I was in the hospital
after losing the baby, I overheard their
conversation.
“Brandon, is this worth it? You’re destroying
your own life just to hurt Eleanor. Tricking her
into marriage, getting her pregnant, causing
her miscarriage… isn’t that a bit much? She
was willing to give you a child, you know. Are
we going too far?”
Brandon scoffed, sounding really twisted.
“Dude, that baby wasn’t mine! She’s the
reason Sarah is dead, and I’m going to make
her suffer for the rest of her life!”
I dropped my water glass, scared out of my
mind.
Brandon, his eyes all bloodshot, screamed at
me, “Why aren’t you dead yet after that
miscarriage? You were never worthy to carry
my child!”
Ryan’s eyes were like ice. “I regret ever meeting you. Sarah wouldn’t be dead if it
weren’t for you.”
They forgot that Sarah was the one playing
games with both of them in the first place.
My heart died I walked straight to the
く
I woke up back in time, on the day Sarah
found out she had cancer.
This time, I won’t live for anyone else. I’m
taking control.
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“Eleanor, Sarah’s not doing well. I want to
bring her home, so we can take care of her.”
Ryan’s words hit me hard, and everything felt
so strange.
He noticed I was spacing out, and he looked
nervous that I was getting angry. So, he took
my hand in his and raised the other one like
he was swearing on the Bible.
“I know you’re jealous about Sarah, that she
used to like me, but I swear, I just think of her
as a sister. She doesn’t have any family, and
if I don’t help, she’ll be all alone. It’s really the
right thing to do.”
Watching the worried lines on his forehead, I
decided to call him on it.
“You still love her, don’t you? We’re about to
get married, and you’re still hung up on her,
right?”
Ryan slowly lowered his hand.
“Eleanor, don’t be ridiculous. Sarah has
cancer, she hasn’t got long left. Do you really
want to be jealous of someone on their
deathbed?”
“I’m not jealous. Let her in. She’s already at
く
the door, isn’t she?” I cut him off.
That’s exactly how it happened last time.
Sarah was already at the door, but Ryan had
to pretend he was asking my opinion.
But he’s right. I don’t want to be jealous of
someone who is about to die.
I’ve died once already, and now I don’t love
either of these brothers.
“You won’t give her a hard time when she
gets here, will you? Sarah’s weak, so go easy
on her…”
Ryan kept going on and on, like I was going
to be some kind of wicked witch.
I’d had enough.
“Alright, don’t keep the sick girl waiting. You
can stay in her room. That’ll make it easier to
take care of her.”
Last time, I was upset and didn’t want Sarah
invading our lives, which led to Ryan being on
the phone with her 24/7.
That’s why I hid his phone at the wedding,
which led to Sarah committing suicide and
Ryan always regretting it.
Just as I said it, Brandon helped Sarah into
the house.
She was clinging to Brandon, but looking at
Ryan.
“Thank you, Eleanor. I’m sorry for causing
trouble. It’s not fair to burden Ryan like this,
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now that I’m sick.”
Ryan rushed over and took her arm.
“Don’t be silly. Get some rest. I’d do anything
for you.”
Looking at Brandon’s disappointed expression
and Ryan’s concerned look, that died–once
heart of mine actually ached.
I turned away and asked the housekeeper,
Maria, to prepare a bath.
But Sarah smiled and said, “Eleanor, Ryan
says you give the best massages. Could you
give me one?”
I touched my stomach and politely refused.
“It’s that time of the month, I’ve been feeling
tired and can’t be in water.”
“It’s just a foot massage for Sarah. Use hot
water, it’s fine.”
Ryan’s immediate dismissal reminded me of
my period when he used to put my hands and
feet on his stomach.
He said I couldn’t be cold even for a second.
Turns out, all that special treatment he gave
me could be taken back in a heartbeat for
Sarah.
Seeing me still standing there, Brandon pulled
out some painkillers.
