My Second Chance at Love
Brandon Fenton, a scholarship student my father had been supporting, was drugged one night. After some consideration, I chose to lie beneath him.
I had loved him for ten years. Giving myself to him felt like something I had long decided, something I owed to that love.
But everything fell apart the moment Melissa Giles, his childhood sweetheart, walked in on us.
Before she could even process what she saw, she ran out in a panic and was struck by a passing car, killing her on the spot.
Brandon held me afterward, telling me it wasn't my fault.
He even proposed to me.
Because of that, Dad placed the entire company into his hands.
But the day before our wedding, he set his plans in motion. He deliberately caused a car accident that took Dad's life.
When I was at my lowest, drowning in grief, Brandon took me deep into the woods.
There, he drove his car over my body, crushing me repeatedly just so I could feel the same agony Melissa had suffered before she died.
"If you hadn't drugged me, why would I have ever touched you? If not for you, Melissa would still be alive! I hate you. All of you deserve to die!"
And then, after the pain reached its unbearable peak...
I opened my eyes and found myself back on the very day Brandon was drugged.