Reborn at 18: Watch Me Go Wild

I woke up, and just like that, I was eighteen again, back to the days when I was the target of relentless bullying.

The school's golden boy, Julian, shielded me, his voice booming as he lectured my tormentors:

"Audrey is mine. Touch her, and you answer to me!"

The girls around us gasped, swooning over his knight-in-shining-armor moment.

A sharp, humorless laugh escaped my lips.

If only I didn't know that ten years later, this man would be my husband, bringing his mistress right into our home, flaunting their disgusting affair in my face, I might have cried tears of gratitude.