In the darkness of unconsciousness, memories of my past life flooded back.
Back then, as soon as the accident happened, I called Zayne for help.
He had been on his way to see Jodie.
Upon hearing I'd been in a crash, he turned around and rushed to save me.
He had dragged me out of the wrecked car, cradling me in his arms as he ran into the ER.
I was covered with blood.
He only relaxed once I was out of immediate danger.
However, the shock from the accident caused complications, and the baby wasn't born on time.
After getting me home, Zayne had gone straight to find Jodie, only to discover her cold, lifeless body in the bathtub.
Her wrist was slashed so deep the bone was visible.
He handled her funeral arrangements in silence.
When he came back two days later, he was as calm as if nothing had happened.
He told me about Jodie's death as though it was some distant news story.
He indifferently shook his head when I looked at him apologetically.
He reassured me that he didn't blame me. He said the accident had shown him how unpredictable life could be.
He even proposed to give me the wedding I deserved.
I believed him.
The night before our wedding, he knocked me out and dragged me to Jodie's apartment.