His Faked Death, My True Love

My eyes snapped open. Sunlight streamed through familiar curtains in what was undeniably my childhood bedroom on a military base.

But a stark, chilling truth hit me: I died. I vividly remembered fire, twisted metal, and then a profound, cold darkness.

My father, General Miller, walked in, his voice deep and reassuring.

"Sarah, you're awake. We need to talk about your future." He began to speak of Captain Mark Olsen, the perfect, ambitious officer everyone expected me to choose.

The name was a bitter taste. Because in my first life, I married Mark.