Chapter 69
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I only found out after I died that I was the “redemption arc” heroine.
I gave up everything for the brooding male lead-and in return, I was bullied, humiliated by his fiancée, kidnapped by his rivals p>
And still, I kept trying to “heal” him, until we got our so-called happy ending.
But tell me-did anyone ever ask if I wanted to save him?
This time around, I just want to focus on school.
I want nothing to do with Hunter Murphy.
But then that dark-eyed boy looked at me, eyes rimmed red, and asked, “Chloe… why are you ignoring me p>
I died.
Just like that.
Not that it was a surprise-years of damage had left my health in shambles.
I’d tried to take care of myself, but the damage had been done long ago.
And after my death, I learned the punchline-I was the heroine in some “redemption” romance.
I’d turned down my dream college to work at his company.
Cut off every friend I had because his possessiveness demanded it.
Built my whole world around him.
And for what?
To get bullied.
To be mocked by his fiancée.
To be kidnapped by people who hated him.
When I think about my life now, it’s laughable.
And yet… when I opened my eyes again, I was back in my senior year of high school.
Back when I was stupidly in love with Hunter Murphy-so much so that our mess was the talk of the whole school.
I’d been sent to the principal’s office more than once because of him.
I used to be the straight-A, rule-following girl-but thanks to Hunter, I was constantly mouthing off to teachers, fighting with my parents.
And it all started the day I glanced over at the basketball court.
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He’d pulled up the hem of his sweat-soaked shirt to wipe his face, and those perfect abs caught the sunlight.
It hit me like a drug-pure hormones-and I burned for a way to get close to him.
I even carved time out of my own study sessions to tutor him, thinking maybe he’d appreciate it.
Instead, he’d smirk at me and say, “Chloe Jones, I only agreed to let you tutor me because my parents asked p>
“Don’t get any ideas p>
But I still gave him everything.
When SAT season came, I tanked my own score by a hundred points just to end up at the same college.
After graduation, he wanted to start a business-so I walked into his crappy little workshop and worked for free.
Not for months. For decades.
Maybe it was my obsessive love, but eventually Hunter decided to “be with me p>
Only… his possessiveness got worse.
I lost contact with everyone-even my parents.
I’d be lucky to see them once or twice a year.
Years blurred into decades, and the only person left in my life… was Hunter.
But I knew this wasn’t who I was supposed to be.
I’d grown up poor, but I’d always believed in holding my head high.
I’d paid my tuition with countless part-time jobs.
How could a man be worth throwing away my future?
Still, some part of me kept whispering-I love him.
I love Hunter.
I’m happy.
But my heart… was never at peace.
At seventeen, I’d dreamed of getting into a great school and building my own life.
But after I helped Hunter build his company, he told me “a Mrs. Murphy shouldn’t be parading herself in public” and sent me home to be a full-time wife and mother.
I cooked, cleaned, raised kids, and pretended not to see his flings,
One day, while he was meeting up with his “true love,” I finally snapped and confronted him.
He wasn’t used to me talking back.
So he hit me.
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Over and over, until I blacked out.
When I came to, I was locked in a pitch-black room.
No one heard me scream.
Eventually, I broke.
That strange voice in my head returned-telling me I was happy.
That I’d be happy forever with Hunter.
And so I smiled as I died decades later, surrounded by our children and grandchildren.
I thought I’d lived a happy life-until an icy wave flooded my body, and my mind shattered free of its chains.
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Mark Twain