Part 2Hunted by the Heroine

Jealousy is a seed. Once it sprouts, it grows wild.

I couldn’t accept that the woman I’d loved my whole life had her heart set on someone else.

So, at my college graduation party, I drugged her drink.

I made an excuse to leave early, taking her back to my place. The moment the door closed, she lost all control, her arms wrapping around me as she guided us toward the bedroom. The kisses were frantic, a storm moving from my lips down my stomach, igniting every inch of my skin.

I was thrilled. And I was terrified.

My plan was to not just have her, but to have Michael walk in on us, to find us in this mess. Then she would have to marry me.

But right then, at the absolute peak of my terrible plan, I woke up.

My mind was flooded with images from years in the future.

Olivia, believing she’d taken advantage of me in a drunken haze, marries me out of a sense of duty. It doesn’t take long for her to discover the truth. Her love curdles into hatred, our life together becoming a wasteland of bitter arguments. During one of them, she shoves me down the stairs, leaving me paralyzed from the waist down.

My brother, Michael, never marries. He dies years later on a trip, killed in a hit-and-run.

The day Michael dies, Olivia runs out of the house in a frenzy, leaving me, sick and helpless, to die alone in my bed.

It was only after my death that I understood. This world was a book written by a sadist. My jealousy was the catalyst that doomed us all. Because of me, no one got a happy ending.