Murdered By My Wife: A Second Chance

“The cold knife twisted in my chest, a shocking contrast to the warmth of my own blood soaking through my shirt. My wife, Nicole, stood over me, her face a mess of drunken rage and tears. "It' s all your fault," she screamed, blaming me for her childhood friend Ryan' s suicide years ago – the man she truly loved. As the world faded to black, the last thing I saw was her face, twisted with a grief that had never been for me. The pain was unbearable, the betrayal absolute, yet I died knowing she never truly loved me, only the phantom of a lost love. Then, a sudden jolt, and sunlight streamed through my familiar bedroom window. My chest was whole, no blood, no pain. The date on my phone stared back: the morning of my Juilliard audition, the same day as Ryan's state championship game. I was back, given an impossible second chance to prevent my own murder. This time, the mistake wouldn' t be stopping Nicole from going to Ryan; it would be loving Nicole at all. My phone buzzed with her text, "Love you! <3", but all I felt was the chilling memory of a blade. I was going to save myself.”