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always looked out for me. We’d play house,
and he’d always insist on being my husband.
Before he and his mom moved away, he’d
cried and begged me not to like anyone else,
promising to come back and marry me. In my
past life, after my family abandoned me for
Olivia, Josh was my only hope. But he and
Olivia were already a thing. To add insult to
injury, he’d walked out of our engagement
party hand–in–hand with her, leaving me to
face the humiliation alone. Mrs. Carter had
never forgiven me for it. I snapped back to the present, looking at Mrs. Carter as she
chatted me up. I smiled faintly. “Mrs. Carter,
I’m going to the hospital to see Olivia.” I was planning on studying finance at Harvard,
which could be beneficial to Josh’s future.
Hoping to maintain a good relationship with
me, Mrs. Carter accompanied me to the
hospital. Olivia’s room was crowded. She was
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nestled weakly in Josh’s arms. “Mom, Dad,
‘m so sorry I worried you. It was just low
blood sugar. I’m fine now, you should go back to Lizzie’s party.” “I don’t want her to misunderstand.” She coughed delicately. “Lizzie’s eighteen now; she can take care of herself. You’re the one I’m worried about, Olivia, dear.” Mom’s voice dripped with
concern and affection. “I’m here, Mrs. Knowles,” Josh said, gazing lovingly at Olivia. She blushed, and my mom, completely
forgetting that Josh was supposed to be my fiancé, beamed. “You two are so sweet together.” Josh, emboldened by Olivia’s blush, leaned down and kissed her forehead, oblivious to my parents‘ presence. Mrs.
Carter and I walked in right at that moment. Mrs. Carter’s eyes widened, and she shrieked, “Josh Carter! What do you think you’re
doing?!”
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Unlike my past life, where I didn’t even get
into a decent college, I was now Harvard-
bound, while Olivia was going to community
college. In our previous lives, neither of us
had amounted to much, so Mrs. Carter hadn’t
cared who Josh married. Josh, seeing me,
showed no sign of guilt. Instead, he pointed
at me defiantly. “Mom, I don’t love Lizzie. I
want to break off the engagement.” “I want to
marry Olivia!” He walked towards me. I could
no longer see a trace of the boy who’d
protected me from bullies, the boy who’d
cried and promised to marry me. He was the
same arrogant, self–absorbed Josh from my
past life, a stranger I found repulsive. “Lizzie,
I could never love someone as spiteful as
you.” “I only love Olivia. And if I ever find out
you’re bullying her again, you’ll regret it!” Mrs. Carter scolded him, “What are you
talking about? You’ve always said you were
