Back to Break my Dearests
The day I was reborn, I came across that anonymous post again.
“My sponsor is like a sister to me, but her husband gives me butterflies.
“I know it’s wrong, but I can’t stop myself from feeling this way. Yesterday, we got down and dirty on the couch she bought.”
Back in my past life, this very post broke me.
In a fit of rage, I exposed their filthy secret to the world.
The girl I once gave my heart and soul to help succumbed to cyberbullying and took her life by jumping off a building.
After the funeral, my husband, Taylor Rogue, became a devoted and gentle man, only to lock me up in a mental institution the moment I put down my walls.
“You should spend the rest of your life atoning for ruining Ivy!”
With three years of pills and electric shock stripping away my sanity and dignity, I climbed to the roof and leaped.
When I opened my eyes, I was back to the moment everything began.