Second Chance My Vengeful Wife

I died once trying to be a hero.

It was after high school graduation, at Brad Thompson' s notorious "End of the World Bash" lake party.

I warned everyone about the spiked punch and Brad's predatory nature, but my girlfriend Tiffany scoffed, and my childhood friend Sarah, blinded by her crush on Brad, turned away.

They went, everyone went, except me.

Later, Sarah blamed me for ruining her shot with Brad; one rainy Tuesday, she found me and ended my first life with a knife.

Then, I woke up, gasping, back in my high school bedroom, reliving the day Brad would announce his party.

I wasn't dead.

But then I saw Sarah in the hallway.

She remembered everything too.

And her already dangerous obsession with Brad had intensified, chillingly so.

"This time, I' m going to be by Brad' s side. No matter what," she whispered, a promise that sent shivers down my spine.

I tried to avert disaster, to warn everyone away from that party, but Tiffany broke up with me for being a 'buzzkill.'