Revenge on the Rotten Parcelles
My art studio caught fire. I risked my life to pull my boyfriend, Vincent Parcelle, out of the flames.
Vincent wanted to rush back inside to save his first love, Tammy Reese, who was trapped inside. But I stopped him. The fire destroyed her face and left her legs amputated.
Unable to face her disfigurement and disability, Tammy took her own life by overdosing on pills.
Afterward, Vincent and I moved forward and got married.
On our wedding night, he slit my throat without thinking twice.
"If it weren't for you, Tammy wouldn't be dead. Go to hell and pay for your sins!"
Only after dying did I realize—Vincent had hated me to the core ever since the fire.
For some reason, I was reborn. Grateful that the heavens had given me another chance at life, I ran without looking back this time.
To hell with love. I was determined to survive.
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