My love My life

The buzzing chaos of my engagement party in 2002 felt sickeningly familiar.

I was Ava, back in a life I' d already lived and lost, my head throbbing with memories of a past I was meant to escape.

I stood beside Mike, the charming screw-up I' d painstakingly transformed into a partner, turning our dead-end family farm into a success in my first existence.

Then I saw her: Chloe, my stepsister, radiating false innocence, her arm provocatively linked with David's.

She was the one who plunged a knife into my back, because she couldn't stand my happiness.

But the true horror struck when our eyes met – a cold, knowing flicker passed between us.

She knew. She was back too.

Suddenly, Chloe let out a dramatic wail, tearing herself from David.