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My Second Chance, His Last

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 512    |    Released on: 13/06/2025

o had been watching us with growing suspicion, stormed over. Her face

apped me hard across the cheek

, Sarah!" she spat.

m. "Tiff, calm down," he said, but his eyes on me were cold. "Sarah was just being dramatic about her

es. I wouldn't lift a finger. "Fine," I said, my voice devoid of emotion. "Keep the letter, Ethan. I

r science, the logic and precision a welcome ant

a small, sad affair by all accounts. They both worked at

emands. Money for a new car, money because Tiffany wan

our "past" and his supposed sacrifices. I ignored them al

at. Eventually, I moved my parents to Austin with me, where my tech startup was beginn

ed to Mark Davidson, a kind, intelligent software engine

th our second child. Life was good, stable, s

ack in my hometown. I had to go. Mark came

er. The contrast was stark. I wore a simple bu

y looked... worn. Their clothes were faded, their faces etched with a wea

Mark, then Leo. Disbelief warred with a strange, possessive glint. Tiffany j

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“The Northwood University acceptance letter felt heavy in my hand. It was a golden ticket, meant for both me and Ethan. We were young, hopeful, ready to build our future together. But I'd already lived this life once, and it ended with Ethan's hands around my throat. He blamed me for Tiffany Bell's death, his forever crush. Now, Tiffany beamed, announcing she wasn't going to Northwood. And Ethan, standing beside me with his own acceptance letter, chose to follow her instead. "Northwood can wait. You're more important," he told Tiffany. He dropped his future onto the coffee table like trash. "You wouldn't understand, Sarah. This is something I have to do," he said to me, already casting me aside. His obsession to "save" Tiffany was already in motion. His twisted narrative was forming, just as it had before. He thought he was rewriting his past, but he was mirroring the delusion that killed me. A cold wave washed over me – he was convinced of his heroic path, even if it meant abandoning our shared dream. How could he not see he was stepping onto the same dangerous road? This man, who had crushed me once, was now alienating me, with a smirk on his face. I wouldn't beg him this time. My survival was paramount. I was back, and this second chance was mine to seize. Let him chase his ghost; I was going to rewrite my own destiny, without him.”
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