The Groom She Never Wanted
Amy Lacey and I were sworn enemies—stuck in a marriage neither of us wanted.
She blamed me for ruining her last chance with her childhood sweetheart, Bryan Gurley.
I hated her for sliding a separation agreement across the table on our wedding night.
Seven years together.
We both wished the other dead.
The day I finally decided to divorce her, our private plane started going down.
She grabbed the only parachute and strapped it around my waist.
"Isaac Irving, if you die, how are you supposed to pay me back for the years I wasted on you?"
The parachute snapped open. Then the explosion hit—and her last words cut through it.
"Next life, don't come bother me again."
Later, the rescue team pulled her burned body from the wreckage.
In her arms was the love token Bryan had given her.
That night, divorce papers in hand, I stepped off a rooftop.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day Amy ran to the airport to win Bryan back.
This time, I let her go without a second thought.
In this life, I set her free.
From here on out, we'd walk our own roads—owing each other nothing.