When I opened my eyes again, I didn’t immediately realize I had been reborn. I only noticed that the pain was gone.
“Quit spacing out!” A sharp voice snapped me back. A rescue worker leaned out from the vehicle, looking impatient. “We can fit one more! Get in or die out there!”
Closest to the door was my fiancé, Oliver. His gaze flickered between me and his first love, Lina. After a long, agonizing moment, he finally reached out a hand toward me.
Oh. His expression looked as if he were choosing which limb to amputate—left or right. Was the decision really that hard? Let me help you, then.
I took a step back and smiled, rejecting the unspoken price behind his so-called kindness.
“Save Lina first. I think she’s the better choice.”
I was never going to let history repeat itself. Never again would I be called a “life-stealing coward,” a “shameless woman doomed to a lifetime of guilt,” or a “plague unworthy of even hellhole.”
