The Poisoned Cup and The Scapegoat
At a gathering, I noticed that Jade Shaw, the woman that my best friend, Michael Ronan, had a crush on, slipped something into his drink.
When she walked over and offered him the glass, I deliberately knocked it over, spilling the drugged wine and saving his life.
She stormed off in anger.
The very next day, she announced her engagement to someone else.
Michael came to me in a rage, convinced that I had ruined things out of jealousy.
"Taylor, if it weren't for your meddling, I would've already slept with her! She would've engaged with me instead! You just can't stand seeing me happy! You destroyed my love life! You'll pay for it with your life!"
He shoved me off a high building. I died instantly.
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day of the gathering. Michael was staring at Jade with a lovestruck expression. Then, he glared at me, warning me not to interfere.
So, he had been reborn too.
But what he didn't know was that the woman that he adored had always been disgusted by his persistence.
What she put in the drink wasn't some aphrodisiac. It was something lethal that could kill him.