Taking Chances

Tick tock.

This time, Rebecca snapped her eyes open with a gasp.

She was back in the bridal room. And she wasn't so foolish to think it was a dream again.

It seemed impossible but she had gone back in time.

This was the second time she was reliving the bridal room scene. Something was definitely off, and the luxurious clock on the wall had something to do with it.

Tick tock.

She threw a suspicious look at it—

Standing to her feet, she moved closer. It didn't look different from any normal clock.

Was she imagining it? Perhaps it wasn't the main object of suspicion?

Rebecca turned to head back to her seat, but the flash of a small white object behind it made her pause. She wheeled around, peering intently at the clock.

Alas, there was a slip of paper hanging out.

How didn't she notice before?

Without wasting time, she pulled it out with great difficulty—standing on a chair in a wedding dress wasn't an easy fit, but her curiosity made it possible.

Tick tock.

The instant her eyes met the words on the paper, they widened.

Three lives. One do-over, or get stuck forever.

Everything clicked into place.

How she had desperately wished for a second chance to exert her revenge on the people who made her life a living hell.

Had she really been given one?

A pang of hurt pierced through her heart at the fact that Jacob's betrayal was real. He truly left her for her Patricia? Those hurtful words her father had said. He meant them? Most importantly, how could she become a suspect in Uncle Steve's murder?

Tick tock.

She clenched the note in her hand, a firm resolve in her eyes.

This was no time to wallow in self-pity. The note said three lives—and she'd wasted one out of her foolishness. Glancing at the clock again,

She had just two hours before the police arrived.

It meant there was a reason it kept going back to that specific time frame. Whoever had given her this chance wanted her to change something significant that had happened.

Rebecca closed her eyes in deep thought.

What exactly could it be?

Her eyes jerked open, a wicked smile spreading across her lips.

She knew what it was.

Tick tock.

But first, her throat felt parched.

Shuffling back to the sofa she had been sitting on before, she picked up the glass of water and downed it in a go. As expected, her attendant walked in at that exact moment.

"Oh, ma'am. Let me take that way."

She moved to pluck the glass out of Rebecca's hand, but Rebecca gripped her by the wrist.

The attendant threw her a questioning look—she eyed her in reply.

"You don't happen to have a pen, do you?"

"A pen?" She patted her shirt, bringing one out. "I have one here, but if you want to write a love note to your fiance, I advise you wait." She teased, her face flushing red. "You'll be getting married soon anyway."

Tick tock.

Rebecca snatched the pen out of her hand.

"I won't be getting married today." She clicked it open.

"What do you mea—

Rip!

"Ma'am!"

The attendant exclaimed in horror at the sound of the dress ripping in half, but she was already heading out of the room.

Tick tock.

Her guard was up. The clock was ticking faster, keeping her on her toes.

To change her fate, she needed to do just one thing: Find out who the murderer was, and to do that, the wedding in the next hall needed to be ruined!

She burst out of the room, turning towards the next hall, only to crash into a particular now-familiar disabled man who had been silently watching her actions.

"Oh my God! Are you alright?" Rebecca asked, halting her journey to make sure he was fine.

The moment their eyes met, she felt her heart skip.

She frowned.

This man again? What was he doing at the door of her room? She only remembered seeing him from across the hall; had he been watching her before then? How come she didn't notice?

She had a lot of questions running through her mind, but they all evaporated at the sound of his voice.

"I'm fine."

Just two words, yet she felt a shudder go through her. She didn't know if it was possible but his voice had a icy feeling attached to it.

Rebecca could practically feel the chill he exuded.

"I'm so sorry Mr...

He stared at her for a while, then like it was so uncomfortable, he parted his lips.

"Tobias. Tobias Maynard"

Maynard.

A look of realization crossed her face. He was right.

She immediately remembered the conversation between him and his bride-to-be, who had called him a son of the Maynard family.

The recollection of the previous scene made Rebecca feel bad for him. He was oblivious to the fact that he would be abandoned in a few minutes.

Tick tock.

Perhaps she should tell—

Her thoughts were interrupted as her eyes caught sight of an elderly woman in with an elaborate pink hat, rushing through the hallway, following after a man, and they both disappeared down the corner.

From the usual spark of hatred that flared up within her at his back view, Rebecca instantly knew who it was.

This was her chance.

"Excuse me." She spat and, without waiting for a reply, rushed off after them, but when she turned, they were nowhere to be seen.

Rebecca searched around frantically; it was futile.

Where could they have gone?

Tick tock.

She spun around, heading back to the wedding hall. Time would be up soon, and she was yet to change a thing. The wedding was another alternative, she could go after them later.

Tobias was no longer by the door when she passed by, stopping at the doors she remembered her stepsister and fiancé walking out from.

Tick tock.

With a deep breath, she walked in.

"If there's anyone who, for any reason would not like this wedding to hold, please speak up now, or forever remain silent."

The officiator had just announced and Rebecca's lips curled up.

What perfect timing.

"I do."

All heads turned.

"After all, why would I want my dear sister to marry my fiancé?"