Chapter 1

1.

In my last life, he called out the wrong name at our wedding. In front of everyone, she threw herself from the rooftop terrace.

She used her own death to brand me as a homewrecker. Her final note and private Twitter account were made public, nailing me to a cross of shame.

I was fired from my job, destroyed by cyberbullies, and buried under countless death threats. I finally had a mental breakdown and died under the wheels of a car on a busy street.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day she decided to jump.

This time, don't be in such a hurry to die.

I'm going to personally drag you two scumbags to hell.

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"Zoe! What are you spacing out for? Hurry up and explain what the hell is going on with you and Owen!"

A sharp, panicked voice snapped me back to reality.

I looked around and found myself on the rooftop terrace of a Manhattan skyscraper.

Before me, dressed in a stunning wedding gown, was the bride, Chloe. She was teetering on the edge of the terrace, the wind whipping around her, tears streaming down her face.

Every guest was staring at me, their faces a mixture of anxiety and confusion.

I realized it instantly. I was reborn, back at the fatal turning point of my life.

Soon, Chloe would jump. She'd use her life, and the life of the baby in her womb, to pin an inescapable crime on me.

She wanted to frame me as the evil other woman who drove the original wife to her death.

"Zoe! Now is not the time to stay silent! Are you trying to get Chloe killed on purpose?!" the maid of honor, Jessica, shrieked again.

"Zoe, I'm begging you… save Chloe!" the groom, Owen, pleaded, his voice trembling.

I gathered all my strength and spoke each word with chilling clarity. "Chloe, there has been nothing between Owen and me for a long time."

"I have a boyfriend, and you know him."

I pointed to a man in the crowd. "Your brother, Gabriel Vance!"

All four of them stared at me in shock, but Chloe quickly recovered, her eyes blurred with tears as she screamed.

"You're lying! You just got back from Europe, how could you possibly know my brother! You're just making up a story to trick me!"

"I knew you would never admit it!"

She grew more agitated, her body leaning further out over the edge. She was about to fall!

In that split second, I said in a single breath, "Gabriel Vance. The world-touring violinist from Juilliard. We just walked his two golden retrievers last week. He's two years older than you, the son the Vances had before they adopted you."

"We've been dating for two years. Believe it or not."

Chloe turned to her brother in disbelief. "Is it true, Gabriel?"

Gabriel answered calmly, "It's true. Come back from the edge, and I'll explain everything."