Idiot!
I didn’t get to finish. He yanked out the scalpel, and scarlet blood sprayed, clouding my vision. The pain was unbearable.
“Miss, is your headache acting up again?”
There was no icy basement, no howling wind.
Instead, the room was warm, the sounds of laughter and music filling the air. Neon lights flickered outside, with cars streaming down the
streets below.
I was standing on the balcony of the Lexington Grand Hotel, looking out over the city that never sleeps. It was my 23rd birthday party.
I’d come back to life.
Not only was I alive and well, but I was five years in the past.
This was the year the Jensen Group completed a major international merger and went public.
And this was the year I hadn’t yet become Nick’s wife.
“Oh, what a headache.”
Behind me, I heard a bitter whisper.
“Nick Jr. has been on every major media channel for three days straight, declaring that he wants to cancel his engagement with the Jensen
family.”
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