In my last life, I freaked out. I begged him to stop, promised I'd be his girlfriend, and tried to explain that the video was just some creep filming me without my knowledge. I was so desperate to prove I was still worthy of him that I gave him my virginity that same night.
But it wasn't until I was dying that I learned the truth—Liam's family hadn't gone bankrupt at all. He only pursued me because his friends said I was hard to get. They thought I was pure and decent, but Liam said I was just a gold-digger who needed more cash.
All those times he talked about making a comeback, getting his connections back, and making loads of money—I didn't care about any of that. I loved him, stupidly, with everything I had. I sold my parent's house just to pay off his debts, thinking we'd build a life together.
And in the end, he held Grace close, shoved me off a building, and made it look like I'd jumped.
Now that I'm back, I'm not going to make the same mistake twice.
I'm just grateful I came back to this point before he took anything more from me. Any later, and the thought of it would make me sick.