The Secrets in Their Hearts
My mother was asking me and my sister to choose the man we wanted to marry. My sister, surprisingly, did not choose the gloomy STEM student she spent four years pursuing. Instead, she went for the rich but infamous playboy.
Shock colored my mother's face. "I know he's rich, Joan, but what if you get all known and unknown STDs? I thought you loved Gil. Are you sure you're making the right choice?"
That did not sway my sister's mind. That alone told me what I had been suspecting all along. Like me, my sister was reincarnated.
In our previous lives, she happily married Gilbert Terrason, but he left her on read for ten long years. His cold treatment drove her a little gaga.
That playboy, however, stopped his philandering lifestyle for me and loved me like his life depended on it. He gave me all his riches, and we became the model couple everyone wouldn't stop talking about.
Then, it happened during the ball. On my tenth wedding anniversary, my sister, consumed by rage, burned us into cinders.
Here we were, on our second chance in life. This time, I took Gilbert's hand. "No takebacks, Joan. Don't try to do a third take."
My sister snickered. "As to you. This time, all the love in the world is coming to me."
Ah, yes, love. Joan still did not get it. Love was the most unreliable element in any marriage.