Five years later, when Victor finally remembered I existed, I truly had lost my mind. Georgia had tampered with my medication to secure her position. Clarity returned only in the final moments before death.
Victor, I had thought as darkness took me, you have nothing left to threaten me with.
My diary from that time was written in blood and tears. Even across two lifetimes, the resentment burned fresh. I loved my research, but I craved freedom more.
Back in the present, I walked into the bedroom to find history repeating itself.
Victor and Georgia, entangled in our marital bed. Stark naked.
I didn't scream. I raised my phone and snapped a photo.
"Enjoying yourselves?" My voice dripped ice. "Aren't you worried all that vigorous activity might dislodge the baby?"
Victor froze.
"We aren't even divorced yet, and you're dragging her back here?" I continued. "Or does defiling your wife's bed give you an extra thrill?"
I tapped my chin. "I suppose that makes sense. Animals don't need logic to rut."
He scrambled to shield Georgia, face twisting. "Get out!"
I stepped closer. "You used to call me Gracie, remember?"
His chest heaved.