Reborn To Ruin My Betraying Fiancé

ictory. Ford's phone was still in her hand, a tool of immense power. The

ing to ble

first of several payday loan websites she knew from late-night commercials-the kin

nal information saved, including his Social Security number, she began to appl

oved. Five tho

pproved. Se

llet. She found the three with the highest limits and applied for the ma

cumulating another fifty-three thousand dollars in high-interest debt in his name. She

into the phone's settings, navigated to the syst

Content an

amiliar Apple logo as the device began to wipe itself clean. All the apps she'd used, al

ly placed it on the table, right next to Ford's cheek. Let him

e the opulent, silent house one last look. There was no sentiment, no r

e perfectly manicured garden, and slipped out

wn the long driveway and onto the street. Only when she was a block away did she flick on the ligh

the I-5 South on-ramp

nking in her rearview mirror, she finally let it out. A laugh. It started as a low chuc

iation she had endured-it all came pouring out in that wild, u

d survival were a soothing balm on her raw nerves. For three hours, she drove through the darkness, her mind a whirlwind o

reeway into the familiar suburbs of Portland. The streets were quiet, the houses asleep. This was th

a modest high-rise apartment building

the cool plastic of the steering wheel. The adrenaline of the night was finally dra

r to the sixteenth floor, and walked down the silent hallway to the familiar oak door. Instead of ri

rying bacon. Her grandmother, Jean, was already in the kit

la in her hand. Her face, etched with the gentle wrinkle

ey, what on

ee long strides, and wrapped her arms around her grandmother's small, sturdy frame. She buri

holding a pair of gardening shears. He stopped in

l be," he

afety, the unconditional love she had traveled back through time to

ectly cooked scrambled eggs and bacon in front of her. The food tasted impossibl

t the telling. The confession that wou