But I saw clearly—Jason hadn’t even lifted his hand. It was all Emily’s performance.
In my last life, I was fooled by her act, lashed out at Jason, and he, feeling wronged, chose to fight back with violence.
This time, I would never be that stupid again.
Jason’s hand slipped toward his pocket.
I pushed Emily aside. She stared at me, stunned, sensing my distance.
“I didn’t see him touch you.”
Emily’s anger flared. “Michael, are you blind? Can’t you see he tried to harass me?”
Yes, I was blind—blind enough to have chosen Emily in the first place.
I looked at her coldly. “You know very well whether he touched you or not.”
For the first time, panic flickered across Emily’s face. I had always indulged her every whim, never once showing coldness, much less disgust.
Jason gave me a grateful glance—only I knew how wrongly accused he had been.
“Michael, are you still my husband or not? Why are you siding with an outsider?”
Husband? What a joke. Wasn’t there already someone else?
Seeing I didn’t reply, Emily thought I was wavering. She pointed at Jason and shouted, “Michael, call the delivery company and file a complaint right now. He came here in person—he has to be destroyed, socially ruined!”
No sooner had Emily finished speaking than Jason’s eyes flared with rage.
In my previous life, after my death, I learned the truth. Jason had lived a hard life—his parents were gone, and he grew up an orphan. He worked diligently as a delivery driver, had just found a girlfriend, and life was finally looking up.
But because Emily kept filing complaints, the company—FedEx—was about to fire him. His girlfriend left him too.
Crushed by repeated blows, he finally reached the point of desperation, ready to drag someone down with him.
Emily had done everything in order to get me killed.
I pulled out my phone and handed it to her.
She froze. “What do you mean by this?”
“I think the delivery guy has been doing his job responsibly. If you want to complain, make the call yourself.”
Emily bit her lip. She wouldn’t make that call—she wanted to redirect the hatred, so Jason would see me as the enemy.
“Michael, you’ve changed. You used to do whatever I asked. Do you have someone else now? Don’t you love me anymore?”
Yes. Emily had been the woman I held in the palm of my hand. I would’ve given her my heart if I could. Yet she never saw it.
“Believe what you want.”