ed open, a breath catching in my throat. The ceiling was white and smooth, not the water-stained, cracked plaster I' d stared at for a year. I sat up, m

, but me. Me from before. My face was unmarred, my eyes clear, though they held a terror that felt ancient. I checked the date on my phone. My hands wer

ite, and my ex-fia

iam' s face, so full of false sincerity, the d

rotherly concern. "She' s toxic. That woman, with all her money and power, she' ll drain

her fleet of luxury cars, as he took over the life that was supposed to be mine. I had b

did it to buy a lavish gift for a mistress I didn't have. He maxed out her credit cards on himself, on trips and gadget

steady flame, was so easily twisted into a raging inferno of hate. Her wealth and

most vile plan. On this very day, in my previous life, Liam had staged a fight with her, a fall. The miscarriage was real, but the cause was a lie. They blamed

acility in the middle of nowhere, a place where inconvenient people disappeared. To ensure my silence forever, Liam paid a couple of guards

il

eam. I had been given a second chance. A ch

he sequence was burned into my memory. The phone calls would

cutting through the quiet apartment. The calle

e Da

rstand her rage. I had pleaded, I had begged. This time, I knew better. Th

s I remembered. The sound was sharp, filled with a venom that was all too familiar. "Did you hide him? Are

ined me once. She couldn't possibly imagine a

day I proposed, the tears of joy in her eyes. It was Liam who had whispered in her ear, day after day, that I was weak, that I was us

, you bastard?" Chloe sc

een broken by her, was dead. He died on a concrete floor in a godforsa

the empty room for a moment longer. Then, with a

ration of war. The game had just begu