Frozen Heart, New Start

The last thing I remembered was freezing to death in my garage, alone.

My fiancée, Jenny, had taken all our savings, not for us, but for her lover Mark Todd's son, Leo.

She didn't even seem sad when she found me, just annoyed my death inconveniently interrupted Leo's birthday plans.

I gasped, my eyes flying open to a warm morning sun in my own bed.

The date on my phone was a full year before my demise.

A second chance.

My old auto shop teacher called, offering a full scholarship to an automotive engineering program in California.

In my first life, I turned him down, sacrificing my dreams to stay with Jenny in our small Ohio town.

But this time, a cold, hard resolve filled me.

"I'll take it," I said, my voice firm and clear, my heart an ice block.

Just then, Jenny walked in, laughing with Mark and Leo, acting like they owned my house.

Leo, the spoiled kid, demanded I make him mac and cheese, and Jenny instantly defended him, whispering, "He's just a kid! Don't be so petty."

I watched her doting on them, making them dinner with practiced ease, completely ignoring me and my own cold meal.

Why did I let her walk all over me, drain my bank account, and destroy my future?

This time, I felt nothing but a powerful decision.

I was already gone. They just didn't know it yet.