In my past life, I gave up my college acceptance to say yes to my boyfriend's proposal at our senior prom.
Just a few years into our marriage, my husband and my best friend teamed up to drag me through hell. He tricked me into signing away my entire inheritance, leaving me with absolutely nothing. She pretended to take me in, only to secretly get me hooked on drugs.
I was forced to sell my body just to survive, while they looked down on me, laughing as they squandered everything my father had left behind.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at my eighteen-year-old senior prom.
Under the spotlight, my boyfriend was on one knee, holding up a ring. Looking at his face, all I could remember was the smirk he wore when he threw me out onto the streets.
Blessed with a second chance, I grabbed my dress, turned, and ran. I blocked all his contacts and dug the college acceptance letter out of the trash.
He thought I was just throwing a tantrum. He actually tracked me down at college, cornered me, and mocked me in front of a crowd: "Who would ever want you without me?"
I told him I already had a new boyfriend—someone a million times better than him.
I randomly pointed at a man in the crowd. Little did I know, I had pointed at the university's youngest board member—a ruthless Wall Street tycoon serving as a guest professor.
I braced myself for this bigshot to expose my lie.
Instead, he walked right up to my side, shot a freezing glare at my ex, and asked:
"Do you have a problem with my girlfriend?"