- 4.
I pulled out my folder. Inside was my
acceptance letter – University of Miami.
I’d always loved the South, and it had the
Finance program I was so excited about.
In my last life, I’d given up my education for
Jake, content to stay home and take care of
his parents.
This time, I still had a chance. This time, I
would live for myself.
I flipped through the calendar. Ten days. In
ten days, I could leave this place.
Time was tight, but I had to prepare. Every
second counted.
A knock startled me. I opened the door
impatiently.
Jake stood there holding a bowl of noodles,
his voice gentle.
“Hungry? I made you some noodles.”
I hesitated.
In my past life, he was either cold and distant
or verbally abusive.
It had been a long time since I’d seen this
tender side of him.
“No, thanks. I ate out.”
“No way.”
“You never spend money on yourself.”
His words stung.
I used to scrimp and save, spending most of
my earnings on him, buying him gifts.
Now, with college on the horizon, I had to be
careful with every penny.
I met his gaze, my voice level.
“I remember giving you $50 a few days ago
for wedding stuff.”
“You didn’t buy anything did you? Give it
“You didn’t buy anything, did you? Give it
back.”
His hand froze, then he offered an awkward
explanation.
“That money… I bought Chloe some new
sandals.”
I couldn’t help but scoff. Seriously? Again?
“Well, if there’s nothing else, I’m going to
bed.”
“I’ll give you the money tomorrow,” he said, a
hint of anger in his voice. “We’re getting
married. Do you really have to be so petty?”
I snorted. “So, I can’t even be upset when you
spend my hard–earned money on someone
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He knew he was wrong, but still muttered,
“Unbelievable.”
I didn’t bother arguing, slamming the door
shut.
