The first thing I remembered from my last life was the smell. Stale beer, blood, and the cheap, cloying perfume Jenna always wore. I was on the cold concrete floor of my brewery, my head bleeding, watching my fiancé, Liam, kiss my best friend, Jenna. They had just pushed me. 'Is she dead?' Jenna asked, pulling away. 'Doesn' t matter,' Liam said, his voice cold. 'With her gone, the brewery is ours. Her parents will be lost.' They left me there to die. In that life, their betrayal led to my family' s ruin and my own demise, bled dry by their endless demands for 'business expenses' that were really just lavish trips and gifts. I perished, feeling the bitter sting of ultimate betrayal and injustice. But then, I somehow returned. I was staring at that same man, my fiancé Liam, very much alive, standing in my parents' living room. He was giving me the exact same ultimatum, demanding my family' s money for his 'Master Brewer program' and Jenna' s living expenses. This was the moment I chose him over my family last time. The moment I signed their death warrant and my own. Not this time. This time, the memory of my own blood on the brewery floor was a burning clarity. This time, Liam and Jenna would pay. This time, I' m strong enough to fight back.
The first thing I remembered from my last life was the smell.
Stale beer, blood, and the cheap, cloying perfume Jenna always wore.
I was on the cold concrete floor of my brewery, my head bleeding, watching my fiancé, Liam, kiss my best friend, Jenna.
They had just pushed me.
'Is she dead?' Jenna asked, pulling away.
'Doesn' t matter,' Liam said, his voice cold.
'With her gone, the brewery is ours.
Her parents will be lost.'
They left me there to die.
In that life, their betrayal led to my family' s ruin and my own demise, bled dry by their endless demands for 'business expenses' that were really just lavish trips and gifts.
I perished, feeling the bitter sting of ultimate betrayal and injustice.
But then, I somehow returned.
I was staring at that same man, my fiancé Liam, very much alive, standing in my parents' living room.
He was giving me the exact same ultimatum, demanding my family' s money for his 'Master Brewer program' and Jenna' s living expenses.
This was the moment I chose him over my family last time.
The moment I signed their death warrant and my own.
Not this time.
This time, the memory of my own blood on the brewery floor was a burning clarity.
This time, Liam and Jenna would pay.
This time, I' m strong enough to fight back.
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