Signed Away: His New Wife

In my past life, I died alone in a sterile hospital bed while my fiancé, Dyllan, comforted his "foster sister" Heather through a fake panic attack.

He missed the birth and death of our child because Heather was "too delicate" to be left alone.

Even as I took my last breath, he was wiping away her crocodile tears, ignoring my desperate calls.

I sacrificed my dreams, my money, and my life for him, only to be a forgotten footnote.

But when I opened my eyes, I was back at the City Hall counter, the marriage license waiting.

Dyllan tapped his foot impatiently, checking his phone.