- 4.
I pulled out my folder. Inside was my
acceptance letter – University of Miami.
I’d always loved the South, and it had the
Finance program I was so excited about.
In my last life, I’d given up my education for
Jake, content to stay home and take care of
his parents.
This time, I still had a chance. This time, I
would live for myself.
I flipped through the calendar. Ten days. In
could leave this place
く
ten days, I could leave this place.
Time was tight, but I had to prepare. Every
second counted.
A knock startled me. I opened the door
impatiently.
Jake stood there holding a bowl of noodles,
his voice gentle.
“Hungry? I made you some noodles.”
I hesitated.
In my past life, he was either cold and distant
or verbally abusive.
It had been a long time since I’d seen this
tender side of him.
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“No, thanks. I ate out.”
“No way.”
“You never spend money on yourself.”
His words stung.
I used to scrimp and save, spending most of
my earnings on him, buying him gifts.
Now, with college on the horizon, I had to be
careful with every penny.
I met his gaze, my voice level.
“I remember giving you $50 a few days ago
for wedding stuff.”
“You didn’t buy anything, did you? Give it back.”
His hand froze, then he offered an awkward
explanation.
“That money… I bought Chloe some new
sandals.”
I couldn’t help but scoff. Seriously? Again?
“Well, if there’s nothing else, I’m going to bed.”
“I’ll give you the money tomorrow,” he said, a hint of anger in his voice. “We’re getting married. Do you really have to be so petty?”
I snorted. “So, I can’t even be upset when you
spend my hard–earned money on someone
else?”
He knew he was wrong, but still muttered,
“Unbelievable.”
I didn’t bother arguing, slamming the door
shut.
