Chapter 3

03.

As I felt my body plummeting, memories of my life with Asher flashed before my eyes like a distorted movie.

After living two lives, I finally realized how pathetic our relationship really was.

Actually, it wasn't even a relationship. It was just me being delusional.

We were college classmates. When I met Asher, he was poor and constantly bullied. I was the one who stood up for him.

I used my family's influence to get him a steady job.

When he confessed his love, I wasn't surprised. My parents, however, were dead set against him. They thought he was a gold-digger looking for a way into our high-society life.

I ignored them. I fought for him and eventually cut ties with my family just to be with him.

Finally, on my 25th birthday, Asher proposed. He was successful by then.

I thought I had finally secured my happily ever after.

I never realized that in the seven years we were together, Willa's shadow was everywhere.

If Willa felt a sniffle, Asher would drop everything to be by her side.

If Willa had cramps, Asher would brew herbal tea and deliver it to her personally every day.

If Willa went through a breakup, he would stay up all night being her shoulder to cry on.

As for me? If I complained even a little, he'd call me a spoiled princess.

I told myself he was just a "guy's guy" who didn't know how to express his feelings.

But seeing how he cherished and protected Willa made me realize how wrong I was.

Even with a second chance at life, Asher still loved her. Not me.

In his heart, I was worth absolutely nothing.