Story

The story

My fiancé, Floyd Meyers, announced he was canceling our engagement.

He was proposing to Jaylah Ryan, an heiress, all because a psychic claimed I was the cause of his misfortune.

Jaylah then falsely accused me of tearing her expensive gown. Floyd ordered his guards to slap me fifty times and forced me to kneel in the snow all night to mend it.

When Jaylah's mother needed an emergency transfusion of my rare blood type, he dragged me to the hospital to be used as a living blood bag, without anesthetic.

He threatened my mother and my dog, forcing me to repair an architectural model for him.

When Jaylah engineered another incident, he threatened to burn my mother's hands unless I confessed to a crime I didn't commit.

My own mother, terrified, screamed at me to sacrifice myself.

With a numb heart, I chose my own hands, enduring the searing agony of hot coals until they were ruined and blackened.

As I lay dying, he appeared only to snarl, "I hope you die and rot in the ground. I never want to see your face again."

The truth shattered me when the psychic confessed Floyd had paid her to lie. He had orchestrated my downfall from the start.

When I confronted him, he forced champagne down my throat and drowned me in the pool.

But I woke up again, back on the day I first met Floyd Meyers.