The Sergeant Major's Surprise Bride

The Sergeant Major's Surprise Bride

Gavin

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My father' s eyes always gleamed when he spoke of the family pact. Whichever daughter got the higher SAT scores and into a prestigious university would marry Mark Johnson, the town' s golden boy. The loser would marry David Wilson, a rumored delinquent from the poorer side of town. This wasn't just a family discussion; this was a replay. In my first life, I was the smart one. I got the top scores, the prestigious university acceptance. I married Mark, lived in a beautiful house. But "golden boy" Mark turned into a monster. After my sister Jessica, forced to marry David, died of an overdose, Mark blamed me. He became cruel, then violent. When I was pregnant with his child, he pushed me from our balcony. "If you hadn't rigged the scores, Jessica would be alive!" he' d screamed, his face twisted. Then darkness. I remember the fall, the pain, the utter betrayal. My perfect life had been a terrifying lie. Killed by the man I married, carrying his child. How could a dream turn into such a brutal nightmare? But then I was back. Living it all again. This time, I remembered everything. This time, I would not repeat the past. This time, I would not marry Mark Johnson. Even if it meant marrying the outcast, David Wilson.

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My father's eyes always gleamed when he spoke of the family pact.

Whichever daughter got the higher SAT scores and into a prestigious university would marry Mark Johnson, the town's golden boy.

The loser would marry David Wilson, a rumored delinquent from the poorer side of town.

This wasn't just a family discussion; this was a replay.

In my first life, I was the smart one. I got the top scores, the prestigious university acceptance. I married Mark, lived in a beautiful house.

But "golden boy" Mark turned into a monster.

After my sister Jessica, forced to marry David, died of an overdose, Mark blamed me. He became cruel, then violent.

When I was pregnant with his child, he pushed me from our balcony.

"If you hadn't rigged the scores, Jessica would be alive!" he'd screamed, his face twisted.

Then darkness.

I remember the fall, the pain, the utter betrayal. My perfect life had been a terrifying lie.

Killed by the man I married, carrying his child.

How could a dream turn into such a brutal nightmare?

But then I was back. Living it all again.

This time, I remembered everything.

This time, I would not repeat the past.

This time, I would not marry Mark Johnson. Even if it meant marrying the outcast, David Wilson.

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