FAZER LOGINAfter dying on her wedding day at the hands of her fiancé David and his mistress Lisa, Sarah wakes up 3 years in the past. It’s 2026. She’s alive, and she remembers everything. This time, she won’t be the naive girl who trusted them. She won’t sign the prenup. She won’t let them steal her inheritance. Her first move? Ask Ethan Blackwood — the cold, ruthless CEO and the only person who attended her funeral — to walk her down the aisle. As Sarah plays the game to survive, David starts to panic. Why is his sweet fiancée suddenly so cold? Why is Ethan Blackwood suddenly everywhere? But revenge isn’t just about surviving. It’s about making them regret everything. Can Sarah change her fate... before history repeats itself?
Ver maisSARAH'S POV
I died on my wedding day.
I know how that sounds.
But I did.
I remembered it. The knife. Blood was spreading across my white wedding dress.
David was standing there. Smiling. The same smile he used when he proposed.
Lisa, my best friend was next to him, holding his hand.
"Why?" I tried to ask. But it came out like nothing.
"The baby..."
Lisa just laughed. "There was no baby, Sarah. God, you believed that?"
David leaned down. I could smell him.
"Thanks, wife," he whispered. "You made it so easy."
And then... Darkness took me.
I woke up on the floor. My face hurt. Cold.
I was on our kitchen tile. The same tile I mopped last night.
"Sarah? SARAH!"
David. He sounded scared.
I opened my eyes and he was right there. Hair messy. Panic on his face.
For one second... one stupid second... I thought he cared.
I thought maybe I was wrong, maybe I made it all up.
I pushed myself up. The room spun.
My hands. God, my hands were shaking.
No ring. Where was my ring?
I checked my finger again, nothing. We weren't supposed to get the ring until next week. Right?
I crawled to my phone. Dropped it twice.
When I finally got it...the screen cracked but it still came on.
August 14, 2026.
I made this sound. Half laugh, half sob.
I couldn't help it. It came out of me like I was choking.
Three years.
I got three years.
Three years before 2029. Before the wedding. Before the church. Before they killed me.
This was real. This wasn't a dream.
I could feel the tile. I could taste blood in my mouth.
Did I bite my tongue? Or was it from... before?
"Hey, baby?" David knelt in front of me. He reached for my hand and I flinched. He pulled back like I slapped him.
"You're freaking me out. What happened?"
I looked at him. Really looked.
The way his jaw twitched when he was lying.
The way he wouldn't reach my eyes.
This was the man I was going to marry. This was the man who was going to kill me.
My stomach turned.
I had to say something. Just anything. Or he'd know.
"I'm... I'm okay," I whispered. "I just... got dizzy." Didn't eat breakfast.
He blew out a breath like he'd been holding it. Rubbed his face.
"Jesus. You scared me. The lawyer emailed the prenup. We can sign after the wedding, yeah?" It's just paperwork.
After the wedding. Right.
After he had his name on everything.
I nodded. Because that's what Sarah from before would do. That's what she always did. Nod and smile and trust him.
Then I heard myself say it.
"I don't want Lisa to walk with me."
David frowned. "What?"
"I want... I want Ethan Blackwood."
Saying his name made my throat close up. Ethan Blackwood. The man from the news. Cold eyes. The only person who sent flowers to my funeral.
David went completely still like I poured ice on him.
"Sarah. Be serious. He's the CEO. He's not gonna walk his rival's fiancee down the aisle. People will talk.
"Let them talk." My voice cracked. I hated how weak it sounded. The words came out before I could stop them. "Please. If you love me, ask him."
David just stared at me. Then he got up and walked away. Didn't say anything.
I heard the bedroom door close.
I stayed on the floor.
My chest hurts. My hands wouldn't stop shaking.
The phone was still in my hands shaking. August 14 2026.
I'm alive.
And I don't know if I can do this.
I don't know how to be this version of me.
But I have to try.
Because the other me is dead.
00:04:58. The red numbers burned into my eyes.The cathedral had turned into hell in 10 seconds. Screams. Chair falling .A baby crying somewhere in the back. The priest dropped the bible,clutching his chest like he was having a heart attack. And through it all, cameras. Dozens of them. Live-streaming the moment “the broken wife” chose between her husband and her lover. In all these, David didn't move an inch. His hand was still locked around mine. The whole building was surrounded by the FBI. And he was smiling at me. Like this was exactly what he wanted. “Get your hands off her,” an FBI agent yelled, shoving between us with a gun pointing at David.David raised his cuffed hands in surrender, but he didn’t let go of my fingers right away. He squeezed it twice. “5 minutes, Sarah. That's all you have to save him." A code. Our old code. " I’m here. I’m not leaving you.”The same squeeze he gave me on our first wedding day. I wanted to vomit. David leaned in with his lips a
SARAH'S POVThe TV kept looping it. *DAVID BLACKHAM ESCAPES FROM PRISON. CONSIDERED ARMED AND DANGEROUS.*Ethan was already shouting into his phone. “I want every exit sealed. Now.”My hands wouldn’t stop shaking, because 30 seconds ago my phone buzzed showing a photo. Ethan. Asleep in his own bed, bare chest, mouth open. And in the doorway behind him, a shadow of a man watching.“He was here,” I whispered. “Last night. While we were kissing downstairs.”Ethan threw his phone. “Call security!”But it was too late. The front door buzzer went off. Not the building. The penthouse door. The door bell rang. All of us froze. Ethan pulled a gun from his drawer, the two security guards drew theirs too.“Who is it?” Ethan yelled toward the door.A voice muffled through the wood sounding calm and familiar. “Delivery for Ms. Miller.”It wasn’t a delivery. Ethan motioned to the guard. The guard looked through the peephole. Then he shook his head. “No one there.”Ethan opened the door anyw
The photo wasn’t me. But it looked like me. Same coat. Same hair. Same slump on the courthouse steps. Except my eyes were closed. And there was blood on my shirt. “BREAKING: SARAH MILLER COLLAPSES OUTSIDE COURTHOUSE. RUSHED TO HOSPITAL. PREGNANCY COMPLICATIONS SUSPECTED.”The comments were already there. “See? She’s hiding it.”“Poor babies.” “David deserves to know.” I was sitting in Ethan’s car. Alive. Breathing. 4 hours from the hearing. And the whole internet thought I was in the ER losing twins. “Who took that?” Ethan said. His voice was low and Angered.“David,” I said. “Has to be. No one else benefits.”Ethan threw the phone in the backseat. “We’re going in early. We’re going to the judge’s chambers. Now.”“Will that help?” I asked. “It’ll help if we do it before they arrest you for faking a collapse,” Ethan said. I laughed like a sob. Then we drove. People were looking at their phones and then at me. Whispering. When we got to the courthouse, reporters were already
I stared at the text until the words stopped making sense. “48 hours, Sarah. Come to the hearing and admit it’s mine. Or I release the sonogram of the twins.”Twins. David was in prison. In cuffs. And he was still doing this. Ethan’s arms were still around me from five seconds. I pulled back. “I need air,” I said. “Sarah—” “I need air.” I walked to the window of his penthouse. 40 floors up, the night looked like a field of stars. None of them felt like mine. My phone buzzed again. Ms. Reyes. Then the board. Then a reporter. Then my dad’s old lawyer. I silenced all of it. Ethan came up behind me but didn’t touch me. “We’ll fight it,” he said. “The sonogram is fake. We can prove it.”“How?” I said. My voice sounded flat. Even to me. “He used my name. My insurance. A real hospital. Someone on the inside took his money and now I look like a liar who’s trying to hide her pregnancy.”“It’s not your fault,” Ethan said. “It is,” I said. “Because I married him. Because I was stupid












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