In my previous life, provoking the delivery guy was all part of Emily’s carefully crafted scheme.
This time, I would not die so foolishly.
“Honey, go check outside. The water’s out—it must be that awful delivery guy messing with us again.”
Emily came out of the room, her brows furrowed.
Looking at her innocent face, I sneered inwardly.
In the last life, I trusted her too much, believed her lies, thought the delivery guy had feelings for her. I never listened to his explanation and argued with him until things spiraled out of control.
Emily was a small but rising social media influencer, and she received countless packages every day, so her story sounded plausible.
I walked to the door and opened it.
The delivery guy—Jason Miller—was standing right outside.
Emily rushed forward. “Did you shut off the water? You broke my water heater! Pay up—it cost me thousands, imported from overseas!”
In my previous life, I let my emotions take control, never questioning her words.
But that water heater had been gifted by the brand, and it was worth only a few hundred.
Emily’s greed was bottomless; she wanted to squeeze money out of him.
Before Jason could even speak, Emily staggered backward into my arms.