Grandma Called It, I Dumped Him
Jace Thorne—my childhood crush—crashed a car with me. I walked away fine. He "lost his memory."
Plot twist: my dead grandma's soul moved in.
"Jace is faking amnesia again to mess with my sweet granddaughter. If I were alive, I'd break his legs myself!"
I blinked. Hard.
Grandma's voice wouldn't shut up. "In her past life, Demi was miserable. Jace left her to rot while he partied with that Stafford girl. Had a heart attack, and he was lighting birthday candles. Trash!"
Then came the kicker: "Your grandpa's letting you pick your fiancé. Don't even think about Jace. Pick Leroy. That boy's actually decent."
Right on cue, Grandpa strolled into the hospital with the elder squad, slapped down pics of four legacy heirs, and told me to choose.
I didn't even blink. Picked Leroy Leighton—my childhood nemesis turned fiancé.
Because yeah, I'm a grandma's girl to the core.
If she said Jace Thorne didn't love me, then I was so done.