My Cousin Married My FiancéChapter 1
My cousin, Claire Sullivan, had always been a very "helpful" person. She's always ready to lend a hand, even if it means helping herself.
She married the billionaire fiancé I had been with. She told me, “The richer the man, the crazier he gets. I’m doing you a favour by taking this burden off your shoulders.” She was really selfless, sacrificing herself for me. At least, it was what I taught.
Then, she sold one of her husband's unused villas, telling everyone it was because I needed a place to hide my boy toy. She even maxed out her husband's secondary credit card, saying it was to help me pay off my gambling debts.
Then, when she got pregnant and had an affair with her husband's brother that sadly led to a miscarriage, she blamed me.
She told everyone I was responsible. She said that I was the one sleeping around with a bunch of male models and pushed her when she tried to stop me, causing her to lose the baby.
In the end, I was sent to Spain by her husband to “atone” for my sins. There, I was brutally tortured, violated and killed by her lover.
But then, miraculously, I opened my eyes again and found myself back on the day Claire had her affair and miscarriage.
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Whenever Claire went on a date with her lover, she told her husband, Edward Thompson, that I was asking for her help. She would come up with all sorts of excuses. Whether I needed emotional support after being caught as "the other woman," or getting in trouble with debt collectors, or even when I went to the hospital for a private procedure, she would lie and say she was by my side.
If it had not been for Edward, I would never have known how much of a tangle she'd got me into. He confronted me about my past life and was pretty angry, saying I'd done things I never did.
Now, I had been here again.
Edward’s angry voice was blasting through the phone once again. I smile bitterly.