"Dheena Lancer, something's happened to your husband!"The shout jolted me awake.I looked around in a daze and froze.It was the day before my wedding, 30 years ago.Before I could process it, my foster sister, Elsa Warsh, rushed forward with an urn in her arms. She slapped my face, hard."You cursed him! If you hadn't insisted on holding the wedding today, my brother wouldn't have died!"Standing beside her was her fiance, Larry Page. He said nothing, just stared at me.I pressed a hand to my burning cheek. The scene was identical to my previous life, down to every detail.My would-be parents-in-law were sobbing uncontrollably. Elsa and Larry hovered at their sides, offering comfort.In front of my eyes, lines of floating comments scrolled wildly, like a barrage of invisible subtitles only I could see.They were urging me to remain a faithful widow, to wait patiently for Thomas Warsh's return.However, what they did not know was that Thomas and I had never even registered
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