Chapter 4The Cost of Deep Regret

While waiting for my test results, I scrolled through social media. I found a gossip account:

[Movie Star Chloe Wood posts a memorial for her fiancé who died six years ago. The emotional music, coupled with her reply to a fan saying she regrets not loving him more, is truly heartbreaking.]

[A fan commented that the photo looked familiar. Chloe replied: 'Impossible. I watched him get cremated.']

[I thought she hadn't found love yet, but she was already tragically bereaved. I feel so much sympathy for her grief.]

I opened the comment section. I was stunned.

[After you left, this world is your will, and I am your sole legacy... So touching. The man Chloe loves must have been so happy.]

[I'm so jealous of that guy. She still loves him even though he's dead.]

[You can see how much Chloe loves him. I envy them.]

[Ugh, I wish I were that man. I'd be happy even if I lived to a hundred, had billions in assets, and was feasting every day.]

[That little jerk had good luck. Chloe still loves him six years after he died.]

I stopped reading and scrolled down. The next post was Chloe's.

The photo showed me at eighteen.

I had been madly in love with Chloe then. I pursued her relentlessly. But she didn't love me, saying I was the person she hated most.

Now, she used a sentimental soundtrack with my picture, captioning it:

[Six years gone since I lost my fiancé. I'll never see your face again.]

In the comments, a local user wrote: [The photo looks familiar. I think I saw him a few days ago.]

Chloe replied: [Impossible. I watched him get cremated.]

Another user: [You must have loved him so much.]

Chloe replied: [My greatest regret is not loving him properly back then.]

I never imagined the person I had desperately pursued in my youth would say she loved me six years after my "death."

Was I sad? Happy?

Or was it... ironic?