I lowered my head—my wrists were free of shackles.
In front of me, Blake pointed and scolded just as he used to.
I had really been reborn.
In my previous life, this was the day I stopped Blake from going out with Annika.
He got into Yale, yes—but Annika died after being assaulted while drunk.
After receiving the news, Blake pretended to reconcile with me, lured me to his house, removed his clothes, and filmed everything.
Then he uploaded the video online and called the police, framing me for sexual assault.
I was imprisoned.
My parents, hounded mercilessly online, turned on the gas and took their own lives.
When they died, Blake was right outside the door. He filmed their suffering with cold eyes and left with a smile.
The next day, he visited me in prison.
He played the entire video in front of me and screamed hoarsely, "Melissa! If you hadn't stopped me, Annika wouldn't have died! My grades were always excellent—I would've gotten into Yale even if I'd gone out that night! You selfish witch! Annika died because of you! Your whole family deserves to be buried with her!"
He knew I had congenital heart disease. He knew exactly what that video would do to me.