My Death Was Just The Start

My wedding was tomorrow. I was a crisis counselor who had finally found peace with my loving fiancé, Dexter, and my best friend, Barbara.

A late-night call about a forced marriage led me to a hotel penthouse, where I found them naked in bed together.

It was all a cruel, three-year "savior game." They were bored heirs, and I was their project. They destroyed my career, caused me to lose our baby, and put my mother in the hospital.

They forced me to be a bridesmaid at their wedding-the one that should have been mine.

In front of hundreds of guests, they exposed my traumatic past and then tried to marry me off to a drunken stranger as a joke.

As I stood there, broken, a text from Barbara arrived.

"Your mother saw the livestream. She had a heart attack. She's not going to make it."

With nothing left, I ran to the 20th-floor window and jumped. They thought they had erased me. But my death was just the beginning.