I Tore Up My Admission Letter to Harvard
In my first life, I believed love was salvation.
I tore my future apart for two men who had grown up beside me—Marcus Black and Damian Knight.
I chose one of them, only to be abandoned on my wedding day for Elena Rivers. My grandmother died that same day, shattered by grief.
When I was at my lowest, the other man took my hand and promised he would never betray me. I believed him.
I married him.
And slowly, my world went cold.
I thought his distance was regret. I thought my failing health was fate.
Until the night I was dying, and I watched him run past me—to save Elena, whose injuries were nothing more than a scratch.
That was when I understood.
My life had never been a love story.
It was a carefully scripted game.
After my death, I learned the truth: Marcus and Damian had already written their wills, leaving everything to Elena Rivers. They had sabotaged my education, manipulated my career, and even fabricated a chronic illness to keep me weak, dependent, and easy to control.
They never wanted me to succeed.
They only wanted me quiet—so Elena could shine.
But fate gave me another chance.
This time, I tore up my admission letter to Harvard.
This time, I rejected their confessions before they could cage me again.
In this life, I will not be the woman they use, betray, or discard.
I will live for myself.
And I will never walk the same path twice.