All Chapters of Rewrite My Fate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

JADE“I’m sorry, Mrs. Ederson. There’s nothing more we can do. You should contact your family and say your goodbyes,” Doctor Declan says.My chest feels hollow. Not because of his words, but because the people who are supposed to care for me have vanished months ago. My husband hasn’t come since he dropped me off at the hospital. Not even once.No calls. No texts. No messages in the dead of the night. My mother-in-law? Nothing. And my own family? They all disappeared. It’s as if I have faded out of existence.I try convincing myself they are busy. Probably work. Life. Responsibilities. But how busy can someone be to forget their own sick daughter… their own dying wife?My fingers tremble as I borrow Doctor Declan’s phone again.My love, it’s Jade. Please… come. I need to see you. Something urgent came up. And I miss you.The message delivers. Daniel receives it. He reads it. And he doesn’t reply. He has stopped picking up my calls or replying to my texts for a while now.I stare at my

The church is too quiet. Not peaceful quiet. Judgmental quiet. I can feel every pair of eyes on me. They’re watching me, confused, curious, and annoyed. Daniel’s grip tightens around my fingers, his nails digging into my skin hard enough to remind me exactly who he is beneath the mask. “Jade,” he whispers through clenched teeth, his smile still perfectly in place for the audience. “What are you doing?”What am I doing? I almost laugh. What I'm not doing is dying for you again. Not this time. Not ever again.I force my breathing to slow. Panic would ruin everything. Rage would expose me. Right now, silence is my greatest weapon. “I’m sorry,” I say suddenly. “I—I feel dizzy.”Murmurs spread across the church. Concern replaces tension. Daniel’s grip loosens slightly. Confusion flashes across his eyes. He wasn't expecting a retreat. He was expecting obedience from me. To be the good woman I’ve always been.I turn to the priest. “I just need a moment.”The priest nods. “Of course, my chi

“I agree this was a mistake. I’m sorry I made you lie. I’m sorry I—”“Stop that,” he growls. “Stop apologizing for everything.”My heart is hammering. The vibration from the elevator feels like it’s coming from my chest. The ride feels too long. I wonder when the doors will open. No one is getting in from any of the floors.Zayn is too close. I can smell him—dark cologne, smoke. If he’s a killer, I have to act right. Not provoke him. But he can’t be a killer. Can he? He doesn’t look like one. Then again, neither did Daniel.“I’ve never met you,” I say carefully. “Who are you? You’re not here to kill me, are you? Did Daniel hire you?”He actually recoils like I’m the weird one, his brows pinched together. Then he laughs. He reaches out, not to grab me but to tuck a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. His fingers graze my cheek. I shiver from his touch. He steps away from me, standing across the elevator room.“Six years ago. Callowell University. The library, third floor,” he says s