But he was nowhere to be found.
Asking around, I learned he’d called in sick.
But we’d driven to work together! He hadn’t
mentioned a thing about being sick.
Panic set in. I rushed to the back parking lot.
Our car was gone.
A chill ran down my spine. In my past life,
Mark had sealed my fate, painting me as a
jealous, scheming wife. He’d presented my
phone’s notes app, filled with what he
claimed was my plan to kill the pregnant
woman and seduce her husband.
My phone had been with him while I was
hospitalized. He knew my passcode.
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Sarah… Mark…
My supposed best friend, my husband… My
heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vise.
I could barely breathe.
My phone screen lit up, showing my
daughter’s smiling face.
No. I wouldn’t let them win. My daughter, Lily,
was only three.
This morning, at daycare drop–off, she’d
hugged me tight. “Lily give Mommy magic
kiss! So Mommy strong at work!”
Wiping away tears, I took a deep breath and
walked towards the manager’s office.
I told him about Sarah asking me to cover the
test drive and, under the pretense of wanting
to familiarize myself with the client’s file, got
the pregnant woman’s contact information.
Her name was Jessica Miller. I remembered
her from my past life – a beautiful, intelligent
woman, radiating a gentle warmth.
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I remembered the last moment before impact,
her screaming “My baby!” as she shielded
her belly.
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After a few rings, Jessica answered. I
introduced myself and asked, “Will you be
coming alone for the test drive, Ms. Miller?”
She hesitated but confirmed she would be.
“Please don’t misunderstand,” I rushed to
explain. “I just wanted to be sure, since you’re pregnant, that there wouldn’t be any
scents or anything in the car that might
bother you.
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She sounded relieved. “That’s so thoughtful.
My husband was supposed to come, but
something came up.”
“I’m five months along, though, so it’s a
pretty stable time. A test drive shouldn’t be a
problem.”
After hanging up. I found Jessica’s social
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media, relying on memories from my previous
life.
Thankfully, she was a meticulous documenter.
Jessica came from a wealthy family and met
her husband, David, in college. After
graduation, they both joined her family’s
business. They were the “perfect couple,”
David the poster boy for a devoted husband. But looking at “devoted husband” David’s
profile, I let out a bitter laugh.
One of his old profile pictures was one I’d
seen in Sarah’s contact list.
But I’d never met these people. Why would
they want me dead?
It was 8:30. The memories of my past
suffering flooded back. In a desperate act, I
deliberately stomped on a rock.
Limping back to my desk, Sarah bounced into
the office.
“Lisa, the client’s almost here! Get ready!”
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I put on a pained expression, showing her my
swollen ankle. “So sorry, Sarah, but I just
twisted my ankle. Look. I don’t think I can
drive.”
