"But you threw her in prison and drove her to suicide! When she died, she was carrying my child!"
"You and that bastard in your belly should pay for her life!"
Only then did I realize that the man I thought was the love of my life had fallen for my best friend long ago.
I died an unjust death. He didn't even spare my ashes—he dumped them in a gutter.
Then I opened my eyes again.
I was back on the day my best friend showed up at my wedding, disguised as a makeup artist.
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When my eyes focused, I saw Roberta Harding's face again—that familiar, stunning face.
Just like in my previous life, she pointed at me and howled with laughter.
The people around us had their phones out, cameras shoved in my face, snapping photos.
I didn't need to guess what they were laughing at.
I looked calmly into the mirror.
Sure enough, stamped across my face in blue ink were the words "GRADE-A INSPECTED MEAT"—exactly like last time.
"What's going on? What happened? What's so funny?"
The door swung open, and Clay Vance strolled in wearing his suit, a smile playing across his handsome features.
Roberta giggled and bounced over to him, grabbing his wrist.