Forgive, Never Forget
The 99th time I caught Sarah Burton cheating, she slept with my foster brother, Lucas, just to get back at me.
When I walked in on them in bed, there wasn't a trace of guilt on her face. If anything, she looked unapologetically smug.
"Jason," she said, "your brother's a hell of a lot better than you."
In my past life, those words broke me completely. I lost my mind. I leaked their sex photos to the entire world.
Sarah couldn't take the humiliation. She divorced me.
My parents were so disgusted that they kicked me out for good.
I thought I'd bounce back. I was wrong.
I'd spent the first eighteen years of my life growing up wild in the countryside. Even after the Robinsons brought me back, I had no real-life skills. I didn't know how to survive in their world.
Then Sarah's family came after me. I went years without a proper meal. By my early thirties, I died of cancer.
Meanwhile, Lucas married Sarah and climbed straight into high society.
And me? I was just the ex-husband who became a joke to everyone.
Now, I open my eyes again. I'm back on the day she slept with him.