The Second Page Had My Death Date
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At my engagement dinner, my fiancé asked me to sign the prenup that killed me once before.
Last time, Adrian smiled, kissed my hand, and promised I would never be alone again. Three weeks later, debt collectors came for money I had never borrowed, black veins crawled under my skin, and his dying mother walked out of hospice in pearls.
This time, I turned to the second page first.
My name was already printed there.
Beside it was a date that had not happened yet.
Under it was another bride’s name.
A woman declared dead twenty-three years ago.
Last time, Adrian smiled, kissed my hand, and promised I would never be alone again. Three weeks later, debt collectors came for money I had never borrowed, black veins crawled under my skin, and his dying mother walked out of hospice in pearls.
This time, I turned to the second page first.
My name was already printed there.
Beside it was a date that had not happened yet.
Under it was another bride’s name.
A woman declared dead twenty-three years ago.














































