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Two months later, my dad was sentenced to
death.
The hate from my last life went away on that
day.
This time, I saved my life, took revenge on my
enemies, and held the Smiths in my hands.
It was worth it.
I was alone in the Smith’s mansion. Ethan’s
mom wanted me to marry him so I could
move in with them.
Ethan and I liked each other, so we got
engaged.
Ethan was so happy at our wedding that he
couldn’t stop smiling.
I was in a better place.
Bonus: Ethan’s POV
I first met her at the orphanage.
My mom was helping out and I waited
outside.
She was being ganged up on by some other
kids.
I stopped it and chased them away.
She thanked me.
I saw her name tag. Grace.
I saw her again at school.
The teacher asked me to help organize
student information, and one student caught
my attention. She was an orphan.
I found her name. It was her.
I got the teacher to put me next to her.
She was different. Her eyes were sharp.
She didn’t remember me She smiled and
She was different. Her eyes were sharp.
She didn’t remember me. She smiled and took
out her books.
I knew she didn’t do well in science, so I
helped her study. She went from the middle
to being second in the class.
We started talking about our lives.
I asked her why she never smiled. Her answer
surprised me.
She said she was scared that if she smiled
too much, she would forget her past.
I was confused. We were only sixteen.
I asked her to hang out. She wore a uniform
and carried an old bag.
She said, “I can’t afford clothes.”
I didn’t know what to say. She started
working on her homework.
After our first semester, the Smiths said their
daughter had died.
It was suicide.
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I didn’t think it was real, but it didn’t matter to
- me.
The next day, she wore a red dress. She
looked beautiful.
I asked her why she was wearing it.
She smiled for the first time and said it was
her birthday.
Her orphanage didn’t get her a cake.
My mom noticed I was happy.
I told her about Grace.
After a week, I told her it was Grace.
At a meeting, my mom sat where Grace was
and saw all her awards.
When she came back, she asked why Grace
didn’t have parents.
I said she was an orphan.
My mom was sad.
Over winter break, my mom said the Smiths
had found their real daughter, Grace.
She said she was pretty and smart.
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She said Tiffany had messed up hers.
I gave her my clothes. She hugged me.
Then she said she was transferring.
I transferred to her school.
She was walking to the bathroom.
The girls said she was being cornered in the
bathroom.
I ran there and saw Tiffany hitting her.
I was too late.
I took her out and helped her.
Her dad came and asked what was going on.
I let her use me to get away.
I gave her my address to keep her safe.
Later, her mom said Grace was worse than
Tiffany.
My mom said she was wrong.
On Friday, the driver was late.
I knew something was wrong.
I got there in time and saved her.
“Did you” My mom interrupted me.
It had to do with Tiffany, so my mom tried to
say she was fine. My dad saw us holding
hands and knew who to help.
I got the information that Yang hadn’t paid
taxes and let her take care of it.
Later, she came to my house. My mom loved
her and knew she didn’t like the Smiths. She
took her around and acted like Grace was her
own daughter.
At her coming–of–age party, she said she
wanted to kill her dad.
She said she was acting and that she killed
Brittany to get to her and use me to get rid of
Tiffany.
“If you hate me, then leave.”
“You’re good. I don’t deserve you.”
She looked angry and shook.
I sighed and opened her hand.
“I know you did it. I knew when you got to
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nign school and planned it. I knew you usea
- me.
“But, baby, I wanted you to. Our lawyers
aren’t stupid. I knew what you were trying to
do.”
When the lawyers gave me the information, I
hurt, but I didn’t want to stop her.
I just needed to make sure she was safe.
She didn’t understand. Then she hugged me.
Later, she told my mom. My mom didn’t get
mad. She hugged her and started crying.
“You got hurt.”
We calmed her down. She said, “From now
on, Grace is my daughter. My family won’t let
her get hurt!”
So the Johnsons helped put her dad in jail.
On the day of the trial, she fell on me and fell
asleep.
The story ended well. The girl I had loved
The girl I had loved
wore the ring I gave her, and we lived happily
ever after.
