LOGINAmy Lacey and I were sworn enemies—stuck in a marriage neither of us wanted. She blamed me for ruining her last chance with her childhood sweetheart, Bryan Gurley. I hated her for sliding a separation agreement across the table on our wedding night. Seven years together. We both wished the other dead. The day I finally decided to divorce her, our private plane started going down. She grabbed the only parachute and strapped it around my waist. "Isaac Irving, if you die, how are you supposed to pay me back for the years I wasted on you?" The parachute snapped open. Then the explosion hit—and her last words cut through it. "Next life, don't come bother me again." Later, the rescue team pulled her burned body from the wreckage. In her arms was the love token Bryan had given her. That night, divorce papers in hand, I stepped off a rooftop. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day Amy ran to the airport to win Bryan back. This time, I let her go without a second thought. In this life, I set her free. From here on out, we'd walk our own roads—owing each other nothing.
View MoreShe glanced up at me, then quickly dropped her head again, the tips of her ears turning red.I didn't say anything else. I turned and walked out of the cemetery.That night, I checked into a hotel downtown.I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window. The whole city glowed below.From here, I could even see the direction of my old house.Still, I'd rather pay triple to stay here than go back to a place packed with bad memories.Sometime after I fell asleep, I had a strange dream.In it, Amy and I were married—but everything was different from my last life.In the mornings, she tied my tie.After work, I brought home desserts from her favorite shop.On weekends, we curled up on the couch watching movies. She'd fall asleep against my shoulder, quiet and warm.When I woke up, the sky was still dark.I stared at the ceiling for a long time, then let out a soft laugh.Maybe in some other universe, we really did live that life.But in this one, our paths had already split for good.
Amy stood a few steps back, a bouquet of white flowers in her hands.She hesitated, then stepped forward and set them gently by the tombstone."Isaac... how've you been these past few years?" Her voice was quiet."Pretty good."She nodded, her eyes lingering on my face like she was trying to read something there.But there was nothing to read. Just calm.Like there'd never been any deep love—or hate—between us.Silence settled in.Amy finally took a breath, like she'd made up her mind. "Isaac, actually I—""No need." I cut her off. "Why dig up the past?"Her eyes turned red instantly.The next second, her head dropped and she started crying. "I'm sorry. In the end, I'm the one who failed you."The sudden apology caught me off guard.From start to finish, had either of us really wronged the other?"Why are you apologizing?" I looked at her. "I was the one who chased you. I was the one who called off the engagement. What did you do wrong?"Amy froze, tears clinging to her
The clerk asked gently, "Miss, do you need any help?"Only then did Amy realize her face was already soaked with tears.She shook her head in panic and rushed into the rain.Rain mixed with her tears, blurring everything—just like the mess in her head.Turns out betrayal isn't the worst kind of pain.The worst is when the person who always stood behind you... finally gives up and walks away.And by the time you realize what you lost—it's already too late to say, "I'm sorry."That night, Amy scrolled through her photo album and found only one picture of Isaac.A random side shot from a party.In the photo, Isaac was looking at her—focused, like she was the only person in the room.Amy stared at it all night, tears soaking her pillow.Only then did she understand who the growing crack in her chest had always been for.***Isaac's POVAfter moving overseas, I cut off everyone back home and buried myself in research.Mr. Cheney valued my work. The project bonuses were big,
Amy stared at her phone.The one who'd taken care of her after she got drunk last night wasn't Bryan—the guy she'd loved for years.It was Isaac. The one she'd always despised.The irony made her chest tighten.She wanted to laugh but couldn't. Wanted to cry, but no tears came.The more she thought about it, the worse it felt.She grabbed a throw pillow and hurled it at the wall."Isaac, did you really have to be this damn heartless? Fine—throw your little tantrum, I don't care. But blocking me everywhere? Seriously? I never asked you to treat me well. I just made things a little hard for you. So what? Why are you being so damn petty?"Halfway through, her eyes filled with tears.She didn't understand it.Wasn't getting rid of Isaac supposed to be something worth celebrating?So why did she feel so guilty now?Why did his silent departure make her feel—Like she was the one who'd been abandoned?***In the blink of an eye, more than half a year passed.Amy thought she a


















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