Part 2He Loved The Wrong One

Ever since he cornered me at the hospital two years ago, this man had forced his way into my life.

Armed with the brutal lessons of my past life, I knew exactly what his so-called devotion really was.

It all belonged to my sister.

I had suffered enough. Since I couldn't expose my sister's existence, my only option in this life was to avoid him like the plague.

But arrogant elites like Vincent never understood the concept of backing down.

His method of courting was aggressive and raw. Designer bags, limited edition sports cars, showing up to chauffeur me everywhere. He wanted the whole world to know I belonged to him.

My friends told me to accept my good fortune before I drained the patience of this untouchable billionaire. After all, this was Vincent Sinclair. He had the wealth, the looks, and the power to make anyone lose their mind.

My phone buzzed twice.

Him again. "Playing dead?"

Snowflakes began to drift outside the window.

Vincent cast one final, lingering look at my apartment before pulling open the door of his black SUV and sliding in.

He didn't start the engine right away. The car sat idling in the winter cold for over ten minutes before finally creeping away into the night.

I rubbed my aching temples.

When Vincent placed someone on a pedestal, he was the perfect lover.

That was exactly how I fell so hard for him in my previous life.

But when he turned ruthless, he knew exactly how to drive a knife straight into your heart.

I refused to relive a single day of that hollow, suffocating marriage.