Not His Second Choice Anymore

I woke up in 1982, my 22-year-old body buzzing with memories of a 72-year marriage to Mark Johnson.

This was my second chance.

Today was the day Mark proposed in our past life, and my heart beat with familiar hope, ready to relive our perfect love story.

I found him at the town gathering, my heart leaping.

But he wasn't looking for me.

Instead, Mark went straight to Bree Thompson, his confident smile fixed on her.

Then, loud enough for everyone, he asked her out.

My treasured memory, my entire hope, shattered instantly.

That perfect marriage, all those cherished moments, felt poisoned.