A Second Chance With Mr. Blackwood

Chapter 7

Word Count: 688 | Released on: 07/05/2026

hark. Ray gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles, his eyes

ther seat. She closed her eyes, letting her

ecision spot at Oakhaven. But Elara had paid people to spread the rumor tha

valedictory speech-an honor Giovanna had earned-was

hes of Oakhaven University. Students walking on the sidewalks s

e edge of The Quad. He jum

ly against the pavement. The burgundy dress hugged her

students turned their heads, trying to gue

ked straight toward the chaoti

ruggling to hold a massive stack of folders. She wor

d by Giovanna when the whole school turned against h

throat. She walked up behind Fio

widened in shock, then imm

"Why are you so late? Elara's friends are

swer, a shrill, nasal vo

isn't our famous

on, strutted over. Three other g

th ugly jealousy. "What's wrong? Your old, ugly sugar d

ing. They pulled out their phones, hittin

n front of Giovanna, using her small body as a shi

the chest. "Merit? Everyone knows Elara

g on the pavement. The folders flew out o

her seemed to drop. She reached out, her hand cl

eliberate step toward Skylar. The sheer, suffocating pressu

" Skylar stammered,

e casually adjusted the

y husband is old or ugly is none of your business. Especially since his company has higher

tal laughter, erupted from the crowd. Skylar

to a lethal whisper meant only for Skyl

ile touched her lips. "Let's see how smart

Fiona's hand and dragged her away from the crow

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“In the roaring flames of the abandoned warehouse, my skin blistered and peeled. Through the crackling fire, my sister Elara's malicious voice echoed. She told me my husband, Damien, was dead, and it was all my fault. For years, I had treated Damien like a monster. I fought him, threw tantrums, and desperately tried to escape our marriage, all because I blindly followed Elara's advice. "Remember, the harder you fight, the more disgusted he'll get." She texted me things like that, telling me to smash vases over his head and run away, claiming she was protecting me. In reality, she was poisoning my mind, stealing my valedictorian spot at university, and plotting to crawl into my billionaire husband's bed. My foolish rebellion cost me everything, ultimately leading to Damien's tragic death and my own fiery end. As the massive explosion tore my consciousness to shreds, I finally understood who truly loved me and who the real monster was. I died suffocating on my own agonizing regret, wishing I could tear Elara apart. Then, a rush of freezing air punched into my lungs. I opened my eyes to the crisp scent of cedar and mint. I was back seven years ago, on the very night our marriage was supposed to go to hell. This time, looking at Damien's flawless, unscarred face, I didn't push him away. I wrapped my arms around his neck and made a silent vow: I would make every single person who ever hurt him bleed.”