Killed Me for Your Precious Angel? Now Pray She Can Save You from Hell - Chapter 60: Chapter 60

On the day Karina was discharged from the hospital, Alina made sure to order the most expensive champagne.
Crystal glasses clinked together with clear, bright notes as Kaiden watched bubbles rise in his flute, listening to Karina's gentle thanks.
"I don't know what I would have done without you taking care of me all this time."
Alina linked her arm through his with a giggle.
"You and Karina are going to have the wedding of the century! A couple this perfect deserves to make headlines across the whole damn city!"
Kaiden's fingers froze as another memory fragment flashed through his mind.
A young woman's face, shocked and horrified, throwing something across the room.
"We're siblings!"
He remembered bending down to pick up what looked like a ring, slipping it into his pocket with barely controlled emotion.
Now he instinctively reached for that same pocket, but found it empty.
What happened to that ring? And who was she?
These strange moments of disorientation were becoming more frequent. He constantly felt like something crucial was missing.
Like I'm living someone else's life.
During the wedding preparations, Kaiden moved like a puppet, going through all the motions without feeling.
When trying on tuxedos, the tailor praised his perfect build. When selecting wedding rings, Alina gushed about their astronomical value. Even during wedding planning sessions, Karina's soft-spoken arrangements were flawlessly executed.
So why does everything feel wrong?
The morning of the wedding, sunlight was blindingly bright.
Kaiden sat in the wedding car, immaculate in his tuxedo, but his tie felt like a noose around his throat.
He tugged at his collar, staring at the scenery flashing past the window.
These past few days, the memory fragments have been getting stronger.
Someone quietly bringing him coffee during late work sessions. Someone stubbornly waiting by the door in the rain just to hold an umbrella over him. Someone curled in his arms at night, whispering "Please stop smoking, it's bad for you..."
Everyone insisted that person was Karina.
But why does that feel like a lie?
The car door opened, and his best man's voice jolted him back to reality.
"Mr. Sheridan, time to get the bride."
Kaiden stepped out, but his feet felt like they were filled with concrete.
Step by step, he walked toward the Wingston family mansion, surrounded by laughter and congratulations that sounded muffled, like he was underwater.
This isn't right. None of this is right.
"The groom's here for his bride!"
Amid the cheering crowd, he bent down and lifted Karina in her pristine white gown.
She was light in his arms, but his heart felt crushed under some invisible weight.
Why does holding her feel like betraying someone?
Inside the wedding car, the enclosed space filled with subtle perfume—elegant rose notes, expensive and sophisticated, but somehow completely foreign to him.
Foreign?
Kaiden suddenly remembered that night in the hotel room.
In the darkness, holding someone in his arms, breathing in a completely different scent—something that had felt familiar and intoxicating.
Not roses. Something warmer, more natural.
"Karina."
He spoke suddenly.
"Did you change your perfume?"
Karina looked startled, then pouted playfully.
"I've always worn this one! What's wrong?"
Kaiden frowned slightly.
"Nothing."
But that voice in my head is getting louder—something's wrong. Everything's wrong.
The wedding venue was decorated with obscene luxury.
Kaiden took Karina's hand and walked onto the elevated platform, listening to the officiant's passionate voice echoing through speakers.
"Do you, Kaiden Sheridan, take Karina Wingston to be your lawfully wedded wife? Do you promise to love, comfort, honor and protect her, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, for better or worse, and forsaking all others, keep only unto her, for so long as you both shall live?"
The entire venue fell silent.
Kaiden stood there, feeling like all sound was draining away from the world.
Only one thought screamed louder and louder in his mind:
Wrong. This is all wrong. You can't marry her! She's not the one you're supposed to marry!
Not Karina. But then... who?
"...Mr. Sheridan? Sir?"
The officiant's voice pulled him back to reality.
"Are you feeling alright? Pre-wedding nerves perhaps?"
Whispers started rippling through the crowd.
"What's happening? He looks terrible..."
"You think he's remembering? I told you this was dangerous—the way he was obsessed with that girl before. When he fully remembers..."
"What does it matter? She's gone, isn't she? Never coming back. Even if he remembers, what's the point?"
That girl. Everyone keeps mentioning her, but no one will say her name.
Karina's hand was clenched around his sleeve so tightly her nails nearly drew blood.
The officiant forced a laugh and raised his voice.
"Kaiden Sheridan, do you take Karina Wingston to be your wife?"
Kaiden still said nothing. The pain in his head was excruciating, like someone was splitting his skull open with an axe. Buried memories crashed over him in waves.
He still couldn't see the girl's face clearly, but his heart knew with absolute certainty:
It wasn't Karina.
It was never Karina.
"I..."
His face was ashen, the headache so severe he could barely stand. But he took the microphone from the officiant anyway, his voice coming out like broken glass.
Karina looked up at him, her eyes full of desperate pleading.
Please. Please don't remember.
"I don't."
The words echoed through the silent cathedral like a death knell.
I don't.