My hands white-knuckled the steering wheel, watching the tour bus - my son and mother-in-law inside - slide towards a freezing cliff edge. Panic seized me, but not just for the immediate danger; I had lived this exact, horrific day before. In my first life, my firefighter husband, Andrew, scoffed at my desperate calls, choosing to celebrate with his mistress Molly and her son over saving his own family. His callous dismissal led to their deaths, my ruin, and finally, my own murder at his hands for exposing him. Now, facing the same impossible choice and a chilling text where he declared me "psychotic" for reporting the crash, I knew I would not beg the man who had already killed me once. This time, with the terrifying foresight of memory, I would save them, and myself, even if it meant destroying the monster I once married.
My hands white-knuckled the steering wheel, watching the tour bus - my son and mother-in-law inside - slide towards a freezing cliff edge.
Panic seized me, but not just for the immediate danger; I had lived this exact, horrific day before.
In my first life, my firefighter husband, Andrew, scoffed at my desperate calls, choosing to celebrate with his mistress Molly and her son over saving his own family.
His callous dismissal led to their deaths, my ruin, and finally, my own murder at his hands for exposing him.
Now, facing the same impossible choice and a chilling text where he declared me "psychotic" for reporting the crash, I knew I would not beg the man who had already killed me once.
This time, with the terrifying foresight of memory, I would save them, and myself, even if it meant destroying the monster I once married.
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