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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.
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