Chapter 2

02

In my memory, Skylar was always a quiet, introverted girl. After her parents died, Gavin's family took her in. She was basically his sister.

The Millers were strict with her, so I felt sorry for her. I gave her everything I had without a second thought.

Later, she worked hard to charm my parents. I thought she just wanted love, so I shared my parents' affection with her.

In my last life, my parents actually blamed me for being 'cold' because I didn't go with her. I wasn't trying to be mean; I just saw that Gideon was a total scumbag and didn't want her to ruin her life.

Gideon used to hit on me whenever Skylar wasn't looking. But she never believed me. Even when I showed her recordings, she claimed I forged them to frame him.

My thoughts snapped back to the present as I walked into my house. I saw my parents and my eyes welled up.

"Sweetie, you're home!"

My mom ran over to hug me, completely ignoring Skylar who had followed me in.

Skylar awkwardly pulled back her hand and looked at my dad pitiably. "Uncle…"

Usually, they treated her like a second daughter. But this time, my dad didn't even look at her.

I noticed something was off. Could it be that my parents were reborn too?

My dad is a big guy, six feet tall and built like a tank. He usually has that serious 'CEO' vibe, but right now, he was crying like a baby.

"My baby girl, you suffered so much. It's all our fault." He sobbed, pulling me into a crushing hug.

In my last life, even when I was being buried in that freezing snow, I didn't cry.

But in my parents' arms, I lost it. "Dad, Mom, I missed you so much."

Skylar stood there looking confused. "Uncle, Auntie, what's going on?"

My mom gave Skylar a look of pure hatred.

I stepped in front of my mom quickly. "Mom, I gave Skylar my Ferrari. She's going to Gideon's hometown tomorrow."

My parents immediately understood the hidden meaning.

My mom lifted her chin, looking at Skylar with total disdain.

"Skylar, I have to say, you're getting older and you really don't know how to dress yourself. Martha, go grab those designer outfits I bought at the auction last month for Miss Skylar."

I knew those clothes. They were all thin silk and lace―totally useless for a blizzard.