My Beautiful Revenge
My Beautiful Revenge
The bright moonlight illuminated everything as if it were broad daylight.
A long road stretched endlessly before the girl who was running without knowing where she was going. She was barefoot, her feet scraping against the cold ground, but she didn’t stop. She wore a white dress that had become pitiful—stained with blood and sand she didn’t even know how it got there.
She kept running.
Her breathing was heavy, her chest rising and falling violently from exhaustion and thirst.
Her mind raced with questions.
Who am I?
How did I get here?
Why am I running?
She couldn’t remember anything.
Had she lost her memory?
But one thing was certain—feelings never lie.
She was running because she was terrified.
Fear was all she could feel.
The freezing sensation in her fingertips, the pounding of her heart—this fear was real.
I won’t stop running, she told herself.
She glanced behind her, checking if someone was chasing her.
But when she looked again, she realized something horrifying.
She wasn’t moving.
Her legs were running, but her body remained in the same place.
Her heart nearly stopped.
She froze, then noticed someone lying on the ground nearby.
She rushed toward the figure.
It was a body.
No…
It was her body.
She had been hit by a car.
Shock paralyzed her as memories began flooding back.
She saw her best friend standing nearby, leaning casually against the car, lifting a cigarette to her lips and exhaling smoke with cold indifference.
Her fiancé stood beside her, phone in hand, calling an ambulance.
After ending the call, he smiled—a cruel, satisfied smile.
And then she remembered everything.
Her name was Jenny.
She was an ordinary university student who, months ago, began suspecting that her fiancé was cheating on her—with her best friend.
That night, she was on her way to break off the engagement and expose them both in front of everyone.
But now, she was dead.
They had killed her.
Rage consumed her.
Her hands clenched tightly as fury burned through her soul.
Is it really possible to die like this…
without at least a little fun?
Now, her fiancé and her so-called friend had been sent to a mental institution.
People say that Jenny still hasn’t stopped seeking revenge.
They whisper that she hunts those who have wronged her in this filthy world.
And she does.
