His Second Life Begins

architect, but all I heard were whispers of judgment-that I' d thrown my life away for Olivia. Everyone knew she never l

Before me, tied to a chair, was Daniel. And holding a bloody knife, cold and impatient, stood Olivia. My mind reeled: this was ten years ag

past pain. I watched her look at Daniel, her choice already made in her eyes, just like before. I was n

gic end it led to? The injustice, the utter pointlessness of my devotion, fuel

emory I had from the future I' d just left, every bitter lesson learned, to b