In my past life, I didn’t find out until after I died that she’d been seducing him behind my back. They were already tangled up in each other long before I realized it—right up to the night I was supposed to get married to him.
And even after she burned me alive, Owen still sided with her. He signed an official statement asking the court for leniency on her behalf.
Watching her fake innocence and twisted pride now, I nearly crushed my fists under the table.
“Owen respects my choices,” I said tightly. “That’s why I love him.”
For just a second, something flickered across her face—envy. But it disappeared quickly, replaced with her usual smirk.
“I don’t get it,” she scoffed. “You’re totally healthy, but you treat your body like some priceless relic in a museum. What a waste.”
She leaned in even closer, voice like poison-laced honey. “But hey, if you’re so set on staying a virgin, maybe try taking a few lessons from me.”
I pulled off my gloves and gestured toward her clothes. “Aren’t you worried your mom’s gonna find out?”
That wiped the smirk clean off her face. Her hand froze mid-button and her eyes narrowed.