Chapter 1

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My sister, Mandy, crashed my wedding, bawling about how she was dying and begging my fiancé to spend her last days with her.

To stop Jake from leaving, I pulled the most melodramatic stunt ever and sliced my wrist with a broken champagne flute to guilt trip him into staying.

Later, Mandy left a note and vanished.

My whole family turned on me.

My brother, Mark, started a full-blown online hate campaign, calling me the reason Mandy wanted to die.

Jake gave me the silent treatment, trying to bully me into a divorce.

My parents announced they were cutting me out of their lives completely.

I ended up with severe depression.

I died at twenty-six.

Then I woke up, back at my wedding.

This time, I don't give a rat's behind about family or love.

...

"The doctor says I'm kicking the bucket soon. Will you spend my last moments with me?"

The words hit me like a punch to the gut.

I was actually reliving this nightmare!

This time, I just watched Jake stroll towards my sweet little sister, Mandy.

They locked hands.

Jake looked back at me, his eyes full of that fake, puppy-dog guilt, "I'm sorry, Brooke, but I think I love Mandy more. During her remaining time, I want to be by her side till the end."

Last time, to stop him from leaving �C and to avoid becoming a laughingstock �C I'd shattered a glass and threatened to off myself with the shards if he left me at the altar.

His family and mine pressured him into staying.

After the wedding, Mandy dipped out and left a "goodbye" note.

Which led to everyone hating me, and I ended up suffering for years before my demise.

The horrible memories flooded back, and I wanted to send those backstabbing losers, and my so-called family, straight to hell.

Smack!

Jake's mom slapped Mandy across the face, yelling, "I have never seen such a brazen woman. This is your sister's wedding, and you come barging in here with this garbage, using some fake excuse to take away my son, huh? Are you trying to ruin my family's reputation?"