Me Alejó, Ahora Me Está Cazando

harlotte Mayo. In my past life, my obsession had destroyed her, leading to a

e scene. But the moment he arrived, a heavy stage light crashed to the flo

an I died for, bel

deathly allergy. As my throat seized up, he "accidentally" knocked the E

focate, her face f

oom in the basement," she order

to the ER for this exact al

one last time. Over Charlotte's shoul

s smi

son in our lives. He was. And this time, I wouldn't be

pte

day of my fifty-six

e on me, a mix of pity and amusement. They see a pathetic young man, Alex Melendez, obsessed

her face. It' s the same slideshow from my previou

on, but with the cold, hard rhythm of sheer terror. My palms

doors s

te stan

ng a battlefield. Her hair is pulled back in a severe bun, and her eyes,

Charlotte" spelled out in a thousand red roses, and finall

le

hrough the murmu

this no

iends, died in a plane crash when I was eight. Legall

the marble floor. "I' ve told you. This is inappropria

ly tight. The expensive fabric of he

this.

last memory, streaked with blood and tears, her body

her last breath a warm puff ag

uly loved. I drove him to his death in a staged "accident". She married me out of a twisted sense of duty, a punishment for us both. Our marria

cond chance. Not

split second, a lifetime of regret com

e, and for the first time, I don't see rej

make the sa

out of my voice. I let my shoulders slump

right, C

orry, everyone. This was a mistake.

le. "My guardian is rig

rrowed with suspicion. This is not the reaction she expected. She ex

ng now?" she murmurs, he

a name I know by heart. Howard Franklin. In my past life, I deleted this n

ss 'c

gs once, twic

el

to hear. "It's Alex. I'm at the Grand Hyatt ballro

nce on the oth

," I say,

e. I force myself to me

with, wasn't he?" My voice is a hollow

matic, handsome, everything I am not. He looks at the scene, confused,

eyes never leaving hers. H

is voice a low caress.

trying to understand my angle. She is a CEO. She lo

from above. One of the heavy stage spotlights,

ife, this di

He must have arranged this. A wa

cream, shoving

e loves, reacts on instinct. She grabs Howard's arm and ya

ogether, a perfect

hit me directly, but the force of the impact sends it skittering across the marble. It slams i

up my leg. I collaps

rowd

hear Howard's voice, laced with

! He did this! He

a mask of terror. Charlotte is staring at him, then at me. Her ex

eliev

ere," she says, h

in in my leg is white-hot, but it' s nothing c

She is fussing over Howard, brushing

pull me through the door,

or, wrapping her arms around

in, over her shoulder,

s sm