I Slapped the Villain After 99 Rebirths Chapter 10
After that first kiss, Joseph and I started dating.
He didn’t go abroad and applied to colleges in the US instead.
My school and his were in the same college town, so we saw each other all the time.
Our relationship moved so fast it felt unreal.
The main reason was Joseph’s attitude, he’d changed so much it was hard to get used to.
He used to be so aloof and arrogant, always acting tough. Now he clung to me, all needy and affectionate.
He texted me constantly, three phone calls a day.
I never knew what there was to talk about.
He was also bossy. He kept tabs on everything I did.
Every time I complained, he’d just Venmo me money.
He had me figured out, my love for cash.
But something still felt… off.
That nagging feeling followed me all the way to after we got married.
In the bedroom, the kitchen, by the bar counter, in every single corner of our house, he’d have his way with
He loved kissing me. His technique was incredible.
He was obsessed with being close to me.
It all matched the live chat messages from back then, one by one.
Those messages had disappeared after Joseph and I started dating. They couldn’t answer the questions swirling in my head.
I couldn’t sleep. I felt like fate had played a trick on me. But I couldn’t find any proof.
Wide awake in the middle of the night, I got up and turned on the TV.
Joseph was out of town for work. I cranked up the volume since there was no one to bother.
I randomly picked a movie to watch, and it turned out to star Olivia.
Just like I remembered, Olivia had become a famous actress.
I hadn’t seen her in years. On a whim, I pulled out my phone and sent her a text.
To my surprise, Olivia replied immediately.
We chatted casually, and I asked about her and Benjamin.
“We got married. No wedding.”
“You know how my job is. We kept it quiet. No wedding means no need to tell friends and classmates.”
I said I understood, and a weight lifted off my shoulders.
In the old loops, they’d never gotten married. This meant Olivia’s redemption had worked.
Benjamin wouldn’t kill himself. The world wouldn’t collapse and reset anymore.
The Sword of Damocles hanging over my head was finally gone.
I’d never have to repeat junior year again.
Overjoyed and almost in tears, I sent a flood of congratulatory messages.
Olivia sent a “stop it” emoji, exasperated. “Relax. You don’t have to relive junior year again.”
The smile froze on my face.
I stared at Olivia’s words, a chill running down my spine in the middle of the night, my hand trembling.
“How do you know about that?”
