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This Time, I Played Differently
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My mother-in-law, Eleanor, was having a heart attack, and my husband, Ben Dover—a heart surgeon—was the only one who could save her. Did I call him? Nope. I just stood there, watching her gasp like a fish out of water. In my last life, I'd begged Ben to come save her. He brushed me off, accusing me of interrupting his time with his mistress, Ima Schit. No matter how much I pleaded, he wouldn't come. Eleanor had died in the hospital. And when Johnny, my father-in-law, demanded answers, Ben flipped the script, saying I'd never even called. He made Eleanor's death my fault. Johnny, blinded by grief and fury, killed me. But plot twist—I woke up. Right back to the day this circus started.
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This Time, I Played Differently Chapter 8
Ben was right—someone I arranged had attacked Ima on the day of the funeral.Well, not entirely me. All I did was cry a little online, and the internet did the rest. Righteous strangers tracked down Ima's workplace faster than I ever could.Ben's eyes widened as the realization hit, and he fumbled for his phone.Oh, please. In his condition? I snatched it out of his hands and powered it off."W-Winona, do you actually want me dead?"I nodded. "Absolutely."For once, I saw something I'd never seen in those cold, smug eyes: fear. He stared at me and then... he cracked."H-Honey, please don't do this." His tone shifted, dripping with fake sincerity. "We've been together for years. You can't just let me die! I swear, I'll fix things. I'll leave Ima, focus on us, make it right. Just save me."I let out a cold laugh. "Who wants to stay with you? You make my skin crawl."With that, I left him bleeding on the floor and wandered into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee.By the time I
This Time, I Played Differently Chapter 7
The moment I saw the knife in Johnny's hand, I backed up fast—too fast. My shoulder slammed into the wall, and I somehow flicked the light switch.The room lit up like a spotlight on a crime scene.Ben froze, staring at Johnny, who was covered in blood. His face turned ghost-white. "Dad... what the hell? Where's all that blood from?"Johnny glanced down at himself, totally unfazed, but there was this crazy glint in his eyes. "I took care of Ima."My heart stopped.Wait, Ima? That wasn't part of the plan. Johnny was supposed to handle Ben, not his mistress! Seriously, what is it with this family and taking their rage out on women?Ben lost it. "What do you mean, 'took care of'? Did you hurt her? Dad, you've lost your freaking mind!" He spun around, heading for the door.Johnny stepped in front of him like a brick wall. "You're not going anywhere. She's done with you. Said so herself. It's time to grow up and fix things with your wife."Ben was practically foaming at the mouth. "
This Time, I Played Differently Chapter 6
After the funeral, Johnny pulled me aside."If you want to divorce Ben," he said, "I'll make sure you get a bigger cut of the property."I practically snapped my neck shaking my head. "No divorce, Johnny. I can't live without him. He's just... distracted. That woman? She's a phase. One day, he'll realize she's all smoke and mirrors."Divorce? Yeah, no. Even if Ben agreed, I'd walk away broke.Since marrying him, I'd been sweet-talked into the full-time housewife gig. Fast forward a few years, and he'd downgraded me to a walking punchline. No job, no income, and apparently no value in his eyes.Eleanor saw all this and thought, 'Hey, let's introduce him to Ima, the human LinkedIn profile.'Ben once told me he loved watching Ima work, said she was beautiful and captivating when she was in her element.That look in his eyes? It was the same way he used to look at me.But then, I wasn't like this before. He made me this way.I wasn't divorcing him. Nope. Not a chance.I'd stick a
This Time, I Played Differently Chapter 5
Johnny took the lead in contacting the funeral home, and together with Ben, they began arranging Eleanor's burial.The day of the funeral arrived, drawing a crowd of family and friends to pay their respects.But thanks to the internet, everyone knew what Ben had been doing the day Eleanor died.Johnny's relatives kept their bitterness to themselves out of respect for the mourning. Eleanor's family, however, didn't hold back.Their cutting words weren't just harsh—they stopped just short of physically attacking him.But they always capped it off with a pointed phrase, like, "What's done is done, but you'd better cherish your wife from now on."Ben's face grew darker with every word.Watching him squirm, I felt a deep satisfaction.When his gaze flicked to me, though, I let my tears spill over again, playing my part perfectly.The tension lingered until Ben carried Eleanor's urn to her final resting place. Just as he was about to lower it into the ground, his phone buzzed.Out
This Time, I Played Differently Chapter 4
Ben's face drained of color, his voice cracking. "Mom? What's wrong? Stop pretending. I'm here now."Eleanor didn't move.He reached out, his fingers brushing her stiff, cold hand. The realization hit like a punch, and he dropped to his knees."No... No, this can't be!" Tears streamed down his face, his cries raw and jagged. "Mom! Mom!"He stayed there, sobbing so hard his body shook, his voice echoing off the cold walls of the morgue.Even Johnny, tough as he was, turned away to wipe his eyes.Then Ben's grief twisted into fury. He spun toward me, his bloodshot eyes blazing. "It's you! It has to be you! She was fine! How could she have a heart attack? You killed her!"My mom is dead, and you're just standing there? You should die too!"Before I could react, he lunged, his fist aimed straight for my face.In my last life, this was when Ben had beaten me to the ground, blaming me for Eleanor's death, with Johnny just watching.But not this time.As his fist came flying, I dod
This Time, I Played Differently Chapter 3
Johnny's clothes were streaked with dirt from travel.He walked toward me slowly, his sorrow etched into every step. But as he approached, my mind flashed to my last moments in my past life—when he'd come at me with a knife.Without thinking, I took a step back.This time, he simply reached out and patted my head. "I heard the livestream about finding Ben on the way here. Even after everything he's put you through, you still did all that. You've done more than enough."I nodded, the lump in my throat too big to speak.A faint wave of relief washed over me—I'd made it through this time.Johnny made his way to the morgue to see Eleanor. The second the white sheet was pulled back, his knees buckled, and he hit the floor like a man who'd lost everything."Honey, why couldn't you wait for me? Why couldn't you see me one last time?" His grief twisted into anger as he spat, "And that ungrateful son of yours—he's the one who killed you!"Johnny's love for Eleanor had always run deep. T
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