I knew Gary would pay for our wedding expenses, and that was the fastest way to get the money.
Weighing my options, I moved the shard from Jessie’s throat to her hand, slashing it several times.
Blood flowed freely from her hand.
“Linda, consider this a warning – stay out of my family’s business! I’ll agree to the match, but you won’t touch a single cent of the wedding expenses! Otherwise…”
I made a slashing motion across my neck.
The look on her face was priceless – frustrated, but unable to do anything about it. What a satisfying sight!
A few days later, Jessie, with her hands still bandaged, took me to meet the match.
The man waiting wasn’t a stranger.
It was Gary Allen, the very man who had beaten me to death in my past life.
We had gone to high school together. He was the epitome of a spoiled rich kid, arrogant and unbearable.
His family donated a building to the school, so he strutted around like he owned the place.
But even someone as obnoxious as him had a weakness – a girlfriend. He dated the school’s beauty queen, though their relationship was tumultuous, filled with constant arguments.