I died alone in a hospital bed from a stress-induced heart attack, while my resident advisor spread lies that I’d died from an STD I caught cheating on my hidden billionaire heiress girlfriend.
This 2026 best college romance suspense story begins the second I opened my eyes, right back to the day my toxic RA announced his insane relationship rules that destroyed my first life.
This time, I wasn’t going to let him win. I was going to trap him, ruin him, and make him pay for every cruel thing he did to me.
Chapter 1: The Toxic Accountability Pact That Killed Me In My Last Life
“We’re a unit here. We look out for each other, we keep each other accountable. That’s why starting today, Room 302 is officially on a relationship accountability pact.”
Jaxon Riggs, our resident advisor, stood in the middle of our dorm room, arms crossed over his chest, like he was addressing a boardroom instead of three exhausted college juniors. The sharp, sterile smell of the hospital still burned my nose, the phantom tightness of a heart attack squeezing my chest as I stared at him. This was it. The exact moment my life had fallen apart the first time.
He leaned in, voice dropping into that fake, earnest tone he used to manipulate everyone around him.
“Out here, there are so many gold diggers, toxic girls, and players just waiting to break your hearts. I’m here to vet every single one of them for you. No more getting played, no more getting hurt. I’ve got your backs.”
Sawyer Tate, my quiet roommate who spent 90% of his time either at track practice or texting his girlfriend, mumbled under his breath.
“Accountability pact? You mean you want to control who we date? Why do you care who we see?”
Jaxon’s face snapped into a scowl, voice rising sharp and cold.
“Sawyer, what is that attitude? I’m doing this for you! Do you know how many guys on this floor get drained dry by girls who only want their meal swipes or their scholarship money? I’m the only one who’s going to be honest with you. This is non-negotiable.”
He softened his tone again, laying a hand on Sawyer’s shoulder like he was doing him a favor.
“Here’s how it works. Any girl you’re seeing, I get her full name, her socials, her major, even her family background. Every date you go on, you check in with me first, and tell me exactly what you did when you get back. I’ll read your chat logs, I’ll spot red flags you can’t see. This is for your own good, and for the reputation of this dorm.”
Miles Hargrove, the roommate who’d hung on Jaxon’s every word since freshman year, nodded so fast I thought his head would fall off.
“Dude, this is genius. We’ve all seen guys get played. We need this. I’m in.”
Jaxon’s chest puffed up with pride, his gaze locking on me. The same gaze that had burned into me a hundred times in my last life, when he’d called me selfish, when he’d isolated me, when he’d ruined everything.
“Kael. What do you think?”
In my last life, I’d told him exactly what I thought. I’d called his pact controlling, creepy, a massive overstep. I’d told him to mind his own business. And for that, he’d labeled me the outcast. The selfish one. The guy who didn’t care about his roommates. He’d turned the whole floor against me before I’d even blinked.
This time, I curled my fingers into my palm, the sharp sting of my nails digging into my skin grounding me. This wasn’t a dream. I was alive. I had a second chance. I smiled, leaning back against my bed frame like I had no care in the world.
“Honestly? That makes total sense. We need someone like you looking out for us. I’m in.”
Jaxon froze, clearly expecting a fight. His eyebrows shot up, then a smug grin spread across his face. He clapped me on the shoulder so hard I nearly stumbled.
“Finally. Someone with sense around here. Kael gets it. This is what brotherhood looks like.”
Sawyer stared at me like I’d grown a second head, eyes wide with worry. I gave him the tiniest shake of my head, a silent warning not to push it. He frowned, but stayed quiet.
By that night, Jaxon’s pact was in full swing. He cornered Sawyer with a notebook, pen clicking aggressively.
“Alright. Hand over your girlfriend’s Instagram. I need to do a full deep dive on her profile, see what we’re working with.”
Sawyer’s girlfriend, Lila, was a sprinter on the university’s track team, bright and funny, with a smile that could light up a room. They’d been together since sophomore year, and I’d never seen two people happier. But in Jaxon’s mouth, every single thing about her became a red flag.
He scrolled through her page, nose wrinkled like he smelled something rotten.
“Three gym posts in one week? That’s not dedication, that’s narcissism. She’s just fishing for attention from other guys. Total red flag.”
He zoomed in on a group photo from a track meet, pointing at Lila standing next to her male relay teammate.
“Look at this. No personal space at all. She has no boundaries, no respect for you. This is how cheating starts.”
He tossed the phone back on Sawyer’s bed, shaking his head.
“Plays video games in her free time too? Total waste of potential. A girl like that is just going to hold you back from your scholarship. You need to drop her.”
Sawyer’s face turned bright red, his hands balled into fists at his sides.
“Shut up! You don’t know anything about her! Lila’s nothing like that!”
Jaxon sighed, like he was dealing with a stubborn toddler.
“Dude, you’re too close to it. You’re blind. I’m telling you the truth, and you’ll thank me for it later. I’m saving you from a world of hurt.”
With those words, he’d signed the death warrant on Sawyer’s relationship. Just like he had in my last life.
I leaned against my bed, slowly peeling an apple, and spoke like I was just making casual conversation.
“Hey, uh. There’s this girl who’s been hitting me up lately. Not sure if it’s going anywhere, but… she seems cool. Really pretty. And from what I can tell, her family’s got money.”
The word “money” hit Jaxon like a lightning strike. His head snapped around, his notebook forgotten. He practically ran over to my bed, eyes wide and greedy.
“Wait, for real? Who is she? What’s her name? What’s her major? How much money are we talking about? Dude, you have to let me vet her first.”
I bit into the apple, chewing slowly, savoring the way he was already leaning in, already hooked.
“Relax. It’s way too early for all that. If we make it official? You’ll be the first person I report to. Promise.”
Jaxon’s grin got even wider. For the rest of the night, he couldn’t stop talking about how he was going to “vet this girl properly”, how he’d make sure she wasn’t just using me. He had no idea the trap was already set. The second he’d heard the word “rich”, he’d walked right into the snare I’d spent my last breath planning.
Chapter 2: My Hidden Billionaire Heiress Trap For My Greedy RA
Over the next few days, Jaxon’s obsession with Sawyer’s relationship turned into full-on harassment. He also started treating me like his golden boy, bringing me coffee from the campus café, asking how my day was, even offering to save me a seat in our shared lecture. It was the most attention he’d ever paid me, in either life. All for a shot at leeching off a girl he’d never even met.
Meanwhile, he doubled down on destroying Sawyer and Lila. The couple had a tiny fight over missed plans, a normal, silly argument that every couple has. Jaxon found out, snatched Sawyer’s phone right out of his hand, and scrolled through every single message.
When he looked up, his face was thunderous.
“Cold. Fucking. Violence. This is textbook emotional abuse, Sawyer. She’s manipulating you, making you feel guilty for having your own life. You have to break up with her. Right now.”
He dragged Miles into it, cornering Sawyer on his bed for two straight hours, yelling about how weak he was, how he was letting a girl walk all over him, how they were only trying to help. Sawyer, exhausted and overwhelmed, finally stormed out of the dorm to get some air.
While he was gone, Jaxon unlocked Sawyer’s phone with the passcode he’d bullied out of him months prior. He typed out a cold, cruel breakup message, sent it to Lila, then blocked her number and every single one of her social media accounts. He deleted the texts, locked the phone, and set it back on Sawyer’s bed like nothing had happened.
When Sawyer came back, Jaxon clapped him on the back, grinning like he’d just won an award.
“Took care of it for you, bro. Trash belongs in the trash. You’re welcome. Now you’re free to focus on what matters.”
Sawyer froze. He grabbed his phone, unlocked it, and his face went white when he saw what Jaxon had done. He fumbled to unblock Lila, to text her, to fix it, but Jaxon stepped in front of him, blocking the door.
“Nope. No way. I’m not letting you run back to someone who’s toxic for you. You’re going to thank me later. Trust me.”
I walked over, laying a hand on Sawyer’s shoulder. He stared up at me, eyes wet with anger and hurt.
“Chill out, man. RA’s just looking out for you. Right? Without that distraction, you can lock in for the track championship. Maybe even lock down that full-ride scholarship.”
I gave him a sharp, meaningful look, the kind that said I have a plan, just trust me. He blinked, confused, but stopped fighting. Jaxon nodded approvingly, slamming his fist into his palm.
“Exactly! Kael gets it. Women are just distractions. You’re welcome, Sawyer.”
That weekend, I showered, shaved, and pulled on the nicest button-down I owned. I grabbed my keys, and just like I knew he would, Jaxon jumped up from his desk, blocking the door before I could leave.
“Wait a second. You’re going to see that girl, aren’t you? The rich one?”
I feigned hesitation, scratching the back of my neck.
“Uh, yeah. She invited me to dinner. It’s not a big deal-”
“Not a big deal? This is huge!” He grabbed his jacket off his bed, already pulling it on. “I’m coming with you. I need to vet her in person, make sure she’s not just playing you. It’s my job as your RA. No arguments.”
I sighed, like I was giving in against my better judgment.
“Fine. But don’t be weird, okay? This is already awkward enough.”
He waved me off, already checking his hair in the mirror.
“Please. I’m a professional. I’ll be cool. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”
Thirty minutes later, we walked into the most upscale steakhouse in downtown Manhattan. The soft glow of chandeliers, the quiet hum of live jazz, the price tags on the menu that made even my eyes water. Jaxon’s face went slack, his eyes darting around the room like he couldn’t believe he was there. He grabbed my arm, voice a panicked whisper.
“Dude. What’s the average check here? This place is insane.”
I shrugged, smiling.
“No clue. She said she’s got it covered.”
Right on cue, she walked in. Seraphina Croft. My girlfriend. The woman I’d loved and lost in my last life, the woman who’d been manipulated into hating me, who’d only learned the truth after I was dead. She was wearing a tailored silk blazer, her hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders, every inch the hidden billionaire heiress she was. Heir to the Croft Global empire, a multi-billion dollar company that owned half the luxury brands in the country. No one at school knew who she really was, except for me.
The second I saw her, my chest ached. In my last life, the last time I’d seen her, she’d been screaming at me in the middle of the student union, calling me a cheater, a liar, a disgusting pig, holding up the fake STD test Jaxon had forged. She’d broken up with me in front of the entire school, and I’d never gotten the chance to tell her the truth. Until now.
“Kael.” She smiled, soft and warm, walking over to wrap her hand around mine. Then she turned to Jaxon, polite and poised, holding out her hand. “Hi. I’m Seraphina. It’s nice to finally meet Kael’s RA. He’s told me so much about how you look out for him.”
Jaxon stared at her, clearly stunned by her beauty and her quiet confidence. He fumbled to shake her hand, holding it a little too long.
“Uh- yeah! Hi! I’m Jaxon Riggs, Kael’s resident advisor. I make sure all the guys on the floor stay out of trouble, you know? Keep them on the straight and narrow.”
He laid the RA title on thick, like it made him some kind of VIP. I bit back a laugh.
We sat down at the table, and Jaxon immediately launched into his interrogation.
“So, Seraphina. Where are you from? What do your parents do? Only child? What’s your major? You got any siblings?”
Seraphina answered every question perfectly, sticking to the backstory we’d crafted together. Old money from Connecticut, parents in real estate, only child, art history major. Nothing that would give away the billions, just enough to confirm that she was very, very wealthy. Jaxon ate it up.
When the server came over, Jaxon glanced at the four-figure price tags on the wine list, sucking in a sharp breath. He waved a hand, feigning casualness.
“Ah, don’t go too crazy, yeah? Kael’s a simple guy. He’s not used to all this fancy stuff.”
Seraphina smiled, turning to the server.
“We’ll take your signature tasting menu, paired with your house reserve red. And add an order of the truffle mac and cheese for the table. My boyfriend deserves the best.”
She reached across the table, lacing her fingers through mine. Jaxon’s jaw tightened, his smile fading for just a second. I felt invincible.
The entire meal, Jaxon did everything he could to assert his authority over me, to impress Seraphina with how much “control” he had over my life.
“Our Kael here’s a great guy, but he’s naive. Super easy to take advantage of. You have to be straight with him, no games.”
“Any dates you two go on, just run them by me first, yeah? I’ll make sure you don’t waste your money on dumb stuff. I know how these things go.”
“I’m the only one who’s got his best interest at heart. You want to be with him, you go through me first.”
Seraphina nodded along, smiling like she was hanging on his every word. It fed his ego like gasoline on a fire. By the end of the meal, he was acting like he was the one she’d come to see.
When we walked out to the valet stand, Seraphina popped open the trunk of her black Bentley, pulling out a sleek, black gift bag. She held it out to me.
“Got you a little something. For our first official date.”
Before I could grab it, Jaxon snatched it out of her hand, grinning.
“Whoa, hold on! Kael doesn’t just accept gifts from girls he’s just seeing! We have a rule about that. Let me check it out first.”
He tore open the bag, and his eyes went wide when he saw the limited edition Louis Vuitton backpack inside. The same one I’d been eyeing for months.
“Holy shit. This is… this is like, $3,000. That’s way too much!” He said it, but he held the bag to his chest like he never wanted to let it go.
Seraphina plucked the bag out of his hands, handing it to me with a smirk.
“It’s for Kael. But don’t worry, I didn’t forget about you. I got a little something for our first meeting, too.”
She pulled a smaller box out of the trunk, handing it to him. He tore it open, and his face lit up when he saw the top-of-the-line Bose noise cancelling headphones inside. Not nearly as expensive as the backpack, but more than enough to make him feel special. More than enough to hook him.
“Whoa! Seraphina, this is awesome! You’re so thoughtful. Thank you so much!”
Back at the dorm, he paraded those headphones around like a trophy. He waved the backpack around too, telling Miles and Sawyer that it was a thank you gift from Seraphina, for vetting Kael so well. For making the date happen. He took all the credit, like he was the one she’d been trying to impress.
I sat on my bed, watching him brag, and smiled. He had no idea that headset was just the first crumb I’d tossed him to lead him straight to his ruin.
Chapter 3: How My Toxic RA Turned My Girlfriend Into His Personal ATM
The next day, a catering van pulled up to the dorm, dropping off a massive spread of gourmet coffee, pastries, and sandwiches. The delivery driver handed it to me, saying it was from Seraphina, for the whole dorm.
Jaxon was on it before I could even set the box down. He grabbed the most expensive iced latte, the truffle croissant, and claimed the best sandwich for himself, like it was his right. He snapped a photo of the coffee and his headphones, posting it to his Instagram story with the caption “Thanks for the trea💖feeling so loved”.
When his friends replied, asking if he’d finally gotten a girlfriend, he replied with a winky face and a line that made my blood boil.
“Just a really amazing girl who’s been putting in the work to win me over. We’ll see where it goes.”
He was implying that Seraphina was chasing him. That the gifts, the food, the attention, was all for him. It was exactly what he’d done in my last life. Slowly, he’d started to believe that he was the one she wanted. That I was just a placeholder.
Over the next two weeks, his greed spiraled out of control. He started texting Seraphina directly, using the excuse of “vetting” to demand more and more from her.
“Kael’s swamped with midterms this week. Can’t make that dinner you planned. I’ll go in his place, though. We can chat, I can tell you more about what he’s really like. Get to know each other better.”
“Hey, those headphones are great, but they’re not really the right fit for my setup. I’ve had my eye on this new speaker system, though. You should check it out.”
“Kael’s never been to a Broadway show! You should get tickets for all three of us. I’ll make sure he doesn’t get overwhelmed. I know how he gets in new places.”
Every single time, Seraphina said yes. She bought the tickets, she paid for the dinners, she sent him the little gifts he hinted at. She played the part of the sweet, naive rich girl, perfectly. And every time she gave in, Jaxon’s ego got bigger, his demands got bolder, his greed got hungrier.
He started treating me like I was his little brother, like he was the man of the house. He’d walk into my room, grab my nice shirts off the hangers, and tell me he was borrowing them for his “meetups” with Seraphina. He’d go through my skincare products, then text Seraphina telling her I was running out, that she needed to buy me more. We both knew the “more” was for him.
Sawyer finally snapped. He pulled me aside in the hallway between classes, voice low and urgent.
“Kael, what the hell is wrong with you? You’re just gonna let him do this? He’s not vetting your girlfriend, he’s trying to steal her! He’s using her like his own personal ATM! You have to stop him!”
I pulled him into an empty classroom, closing the door behind us. I told him everything. About my last life. About Jaxon ruining his relationship, about him stealing from Seraphina, about him forging the STD test, about him spreading lies about me after I died. About the second chance I’d been given.
Sawyer stared at me, mouth hanging open. For a second, I thought he’d think I was crazy. Then his face twisted into a scowl, his hands balled into fists.
“That son of a bitch. I knew he was a control freak, but I had no idea he was this evil. What do you need me to do? I’m in. Whatever you need to take him down.”
I smiled, clapping him on the shoulder.
“Just keep playing along. Act like you still hate it, but don’t push back. The more he thinks we’re all under his thumb, the more reckless he’ll get. And when he falls? He’ll fall hard.”
A week later, Seraphina showed up at the dorm with another gift. A limited edition Rolex watch, for our one month anniversary. The second Jaxon saw it, his eyes turned green with envy. He stared at it, jaw tight, like he thought it should be his.
Before I could even put it on, he snatched his phone off the desk, hitting Seraphina’s contact and putting it on speakerphone. She picked up, cheerful and sweet.
“Hi Jaxon! Everything okay?”
Jaxon’s voice was casual, entitled, like he was asking for a favor from a personal assistant.
“Hey, Sera. Just saw the watch you got Kael. Real nice. Look, I’ve been putting in a ton of work for you two, making sure everything goes smoothly, vetting this whole thing. I think I deserve a little thank you, right? I’ve had my eye on these limited edition Jordans that drop next week. They’re only like $1,200. You should hook me up.”
I grabbed the phone out of his hand, hitting the speaker button off. I spoke into the receiver, voice cold and sharp.
“Ignore him. You don’t owe him anything. From now on, my business is my business. You don’t need to run anything by him, ever again.”
I hung up the phone, slamming it down on the desk.
Jaxon stared at me, stunned. Then his face turned bright red, his voice rising to a yell.
“What the hell is your problem, Kael? That was so rude! I’m trying to help you! I’m looking out for you, and this is how you repay me?”
“Looking out for me?” I stepped closer, staring him down, all the pretense gone. “Looking out for me is stealing my girlfriend’s attention? Taking gifts that aren’t meant for you? Demanding she buy you $1,200 shoes? Are you fucking kidding me? You’re not my RA. You’re a leech. A greedy, entitled leech.”
The door to our dorm flew open. Guys from the whole floor were standing in the hallway, drawn by the yelling. Sawyer stepped up next to me, crossing his arms.
“He’s right, Jaxon. This has gone way too far. You’re out of line.”
Jaxon looked between us, at the crowd in the doorway, his face turning red with embarrassment and rage. He crossed his arms, sneering.
“Fine. Fine! You wanna throw away all the help I’ve given you? You wanna get played by some rich girl who’s just gonna break your heart? Go ahead. But don’t come crying to me when she cheats on you, when you realize I was right the whole time.”
He leaned in, voice low and venomous.
“I’m gonna show you exactly who she really is. And when it all blows up in your face? You’re gonna be on your knees begging me to help you. Mark my words.”
He stormed out of the dorm, slamming the door so hard the walls shook.
He had no idea I’d just handed him the exact push he needed to walk straight into the final trap. Every move he made from that moment on would be exactly what I wanted.
Chapter 4: The Fake Secret That Broke My Toxic RA’s Brain
True to his word, Jaxon launched his “investigation” into Seraphina immediately. He spammed her Instagram comments, slid into her DMs with cringey pickup lines and fake concern for me. She ignored every single one of them, just like we’d planned.
When that didn’t work, he got creative. He made a fake Instagram account, using photos of a random guy he’d stolen off a luxury travel page, claiming to be a wealthy finance bro from Boston. He used the account to follow all of Seraphina’s friends, to comment on their posts, to try and weasel his way into her inner circle.
It didn’t take long for him to slide into the DMs of Mara, Seraphina’s executive assistant, who we’d set up to play the part of Seraphina’s “rich party girl best friend”. Jaxon was relentless. He flirted, he bragged about his fake wealth, he dropped hints about how he knew Seraphina.
To really sell it, he spent every last dollar he had in his savings account to take Mara out to fancy dinners, to buy her expensive cocktails, to prove he was really as rich as he claimed. He was so desperate to get dirt on Seraphina, he didn’t even realize he was bleeding himself dry.
Over dinner, after a few too many glasses of wine, Mara leaned in, voice low and conspiratorial, like she was sharing a top-secret scandal.
“Ugh, don’t even get me started on Sera. I love her, but she’s so stuck right now. It’s brutal.”
Jaxon leaned in, ears perked up, like a dog hearing a treat bag open.
“Wait, what do you mean? Stuck how?”
Mara sighed, swirling her wine in her glass.
“Her parents have had this arranged marriage set up for her since she was a kid. Fiancé’s this guy from another billionaire real estate family. Total prick, but it’s a business merger. She can’t get out of it. That guy she’s seeing from college? Kael? Total rebound. She’s just having fun with him before she has to lock herself down for the rest of her life. It’s so sad.”
Jaxon nearly fell out of his chair. He’d hit the jackpot. He’d found the secret that he thought would destroy me, that would make Seraphina his.
The next day, he stormed into the university library, slamming his phone down on the table in front of me so hard the books shook. The entire quiet room turned to stare at us.
“Kael. Wake the fuck up. Look at this. Your little girlfriend? She’s a liar. A fraud. She’s got a fiancé. A whole arranged marriage. You’re just her little side piece.”
He held up the phone, showing me the fake texts between him and Mara. I stared at it, letting my face fall. I let my mouth drop open, my eyes go wide, like I was seeing it for the first time.
“No. That’s… that’s not possible. She would never-”
“Never what? Lie to you?” Jaxon laughed, loud and cruel, drawing more stares. “Wake up, man! I told you! Rich girls like her don’t date guys like us for real! She’s just using you for fun! I’m the only one who’s been honest with you this whole time!”
I dropped my head into my hands, letting my shoulders shake. I let him see the “devastation”, the “heartbreak”. I mumbled, voice cracking.
“Thank you, Jaxon. Thank you for telling me. I… I had no idea. I would’ve never known if it wasn’t for you.”
My fake weakness, my fake gratitude, made his ego swell so big I’m surprised it fit through the library doors. He clapped me on the back, grinning like he’d just won the lottery.
“Hey, that’s what brothers are for, right? Don’t worry about it. You dodged a bullet. We’ve got your back. The dorm’s always here for you.”
That night, in the middle of the dorm, I put on the performance of a lifetime. I called Seraphina, put it on speakerphone, and screamed into the receiver. I called her a liar, a cheater, a fraud. I yelled about the arranged marriage, about how she’d used me. I hung up before she could “reply”, and threw my phone across the room.
Jaxon sat in his chair, watching, sipping a beer, looking like the cat that ate the canary. He even poured me a glass of water, patting me on the back, fake sympathy oozing out of every pore.
“Told you, man. I’m sorry. But you’re better off without her.”
The very next morning, he was back on his fake Instagram account, sliding into Seraphina’s DMs. He laid it on thick, every line designed to make him look like the hero, the only one who understood her.
“Heard about what happened with Kael. I’m so sorry. He didn’t deserve you. He didn’t get you. I do.”
“I know about the arranged marriage. I know you’re trapped. You don’t have to pretend with me. I see you. The real you.”
“You deserve someone who loves you for who you are, not for your money. Someone who’ll fight for you. I can be that guy.”
Seraphina wrote back, playing the part of the heartbroken, vulnerable rich girl perfectly. She told him she was so hurt by me, so scared of the marriage, so alone. She told him he was the only one who really got it, the only one she could trust.
Jaxon ate it up. He was hooked. Line, sinker, and rod. He spent every waking minute texting her, from the second he woke up to the second he fell asleep. They talked about everything, from his childhood to his “career goals” to his hatred for me. He thought he was her soulmate. Her knight in shining armor. The man who was going to save her from her gilded cage.
He thought he was about to steal a billionaire heiress from the guy who’d “fumbled the bag”. What he didn’t know was that every sweet text, every fake secret, every moment of fake vulnerability was just another thread in the noose I was tightening around his neck.
Chapter 5: The Luxury Trap That Made Him Drown In Debt
Over the next two weeks, Seraphina kept feeding Jaxon’s ego, kept reeling him in. She sent him little gifts, carefully chosen to hit every single one of his weak spots. A limited edition cologne he’d posted about on his story. A signed first edition of his favorite book. A custom leather wallet with his initials on it.
Every gift made him bolder. He started posting about them on his Instagram, vague posts about “secret admirers” and “finally being seen”. He made snide comments in the dorm, loud enough for me to hear.
“Man, some people just don’t know a good thing when it’s right in front of them. They just let it slip away.”
“Turns out, the right person sees your worth, even when someone else doesn’t. Shame some people will never get that.”
Miles stared at him with stars in his eyes, like he was a god.
“Dude, no way. You actually pulled Seraphina? Just like that? That’s insane! You’re gonna be dating a billionaire!”
Jaxon puffed out his chest, grinning.
“Nah, it’s not about the money. It’s about connection. She finally realized I’m the only one who really gets her. The only one who’s gonna fight for her.”
Sawyer rolled his eyes, crossing his arms.
“Jaxon, she’s Kael’s ex. Even if this is real, which it’s not, this is messed up. You know that, right?”
Jaxon’s smile dropped, his face turning cold.
“Ex? They were never serious. He broke up with her, remember? She’s single, I’m single. We can do whatever we want. Mind your own business, Sawyer. Worry about your own messed up love life.”
I kept playing the part of the heartbroken loser. I spent most of my days in the library, or in my bed, staring at the wall. I didn’t talk much, I didn’t go out. I let Jaxon think I was completely destroyed, that I’d never recover. It only made him bolder. It only made him believe his own lies more.
Then came the moment we’d been waiting for.
He burst into the dorm one night, slamming the door open, face bright red with excitement. He grabbed Miles by the shoulders, shaking him.
“Dude! Holy shit! Sera just invited me to the Croft Global annual charity gala. Next weekend. She says she’s gonna introduce me to her parents. She says she’s gonna call off the engagement for me. She’s gonna tell the whole world about us!”
Miles screamed, like he’d just won the lottery.
“NO WAY! DUDE! YOU’RE GONNA BE A BILLIONAIRE! YOU’RE GONNA MARRY INTO THE CROFT FAMILY! THAT’S INSANE!”
Jaxon nodded, pacing the room, already planning his future.
“I know! This is my shot. My ticket out of here. I’m never gonna have to worry about money again. I’m gonna be set for life.”
I lay in my bed, back to them, staring at the wall, biting back a laugh. He was so close. So desperate to have the life he thought he deserved, he couldn’t see the cliff right in front of him.
To prepare for the gala, Jaxon went all in. He maxed out every single credit card he had. He took out three different payday loans, with insane interest rates, just to afford the perfect outfit. He dropped $5,000 on a custom tailored Tom Ford suit. Another $2,000 on diamond cufflinks. He bought Italian leather shoes, a designer watch, even a luxury cologne that cost $300 a bottle.
He called it his “investment”. His ticket into high society. He said he had to make a statement, that he had to prove he belonged there. That he was worthy of Seraphina.
The night of the gala, he spent two hours getting ready. He slicked his hair back, sprayed on the cologne, put on the suit like it was a suit of armor. He strutted around the dorm, posing in the mirror, grinning from ear to ear.
“See you losers later. I’m off to change my life.”
He slammed the door behind him.
The second he was gone, I sat up. I got out of bed, showered, and pulled on the custom suit Seraphina had had made for me. The same brand, the same quality, tailored perfectly to my body.
Sawyer stared at me, eyes wide.
“Dude. Are you sure about this? What if something goes wrong?”
I adjusted my tie, looking at myself in the mirror. For the first time since I’d woken up in this life, I felt completely at peace.
“Nothing’s gonna go wrong. I’m not going there to cause a scene. I’m going there to get my life back. And to make sure Jaxon pays for everything he did. For both of us.”
Thirty minutes later, I pulled up to the Plaza Hotel, where the gala was being held. The red carpet was lined with paparazzi, the entrance guarded by security. This wasn’t just some college party. This was a real, A-list charity event, hosted by Croft Global. The room was filled with CEOs, A-list celebrities, New York’s biggest socialites. Even the president of our university was there, along with half the board of trustees.
Mara, Seraphina’s assistant, was waiting for me at the side entrance. She led me up to a private lounge on the second floor, with a floor-to-ceiling window that looked down over the entire ballroom.
And there he was. Jaxon Riggs.
He was standing in the middle of the room, holding a glass of champagne, trying to talk to a group of hedge fund managers. They smiled politely, then turned away from him the second he opened his mouth. No one knew who he was. No one cared. He kept glancing at the door, checking his phone, bouncing on his heels, waiting for Seraphina to show up. Waiting for his big moment.
The lights in the ballroom dimmed. A single spotlight hit the stage at the front of the room. The emcee walked up to the mic, his voice booming through the speakers.
“Ladies and gentlemen, please put your hands together for the woman who made tonight possible, the heir to the Croft Global empire, Ms. Seraphina Croft!”
Jaxon’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. He pushed his way to the front of the crowd, pulling out his phone, ready to film the moment his life changed forever. He had no idea that the next five minutes would destroy his entire life.
Chapter 6: The Explosive Gala Reveal That Broke My Toxic RA
Seraphina walked onto the stage, and the entire room erupted into applause. She was wearing a floor-length silk gown, diamonds around her neck, her hair pulled back in a sleek updo. She looked like royalty. She took the mic, smiling out at the crowd.
“Thank you all so much for being here tonight. Every single dollar raised tonight goes to funding mental health resources for college students across the country, and I cannot thank you enough for your generosity.”
The crowd cheered again. Seraphina waited for them to quiet down, her smile softening.
“Tonight, beyond the charity, there’s something very personal I want to share with all of you. Something I’ve been waiting a very long time to announce.”
Jaxon was holding his breath, his whole body shaking with excitement. He was standing on his tiptoes, craning his neck, ready for his name to be called. Ready for his fairy tale to come true.
Seraphina’s eyes lifted, locking right on me in the second-floor lounge. She smiled, warm and bright, and spoke into the mic.
“I want to introduce you all to the man I’m going to marry. The love of my life. The most brilliant, kind, brave person I’ve ever met. Westbrook State University’s own, Kael Voss.”
The second my name left her mouth, the spotlight swung from the stage to the staircase leading down from the second floor. I took a deep breath, and walked down the stairs, every eye in the room on me. I walked across the ballroom floor, up the steps to the stage, and took Seraphina’s outstretched hand. She pulled me close, leaning in to kiss my cheek, as the room erupted into applause.
The president of our university was on his feet, cheering the loudest. This was a win for the school. A regular student, engaged to the heir of the Croft Global empire. It was a PR dream.
And Jaxon?
He was frozen. His mouth was hanging open, his phone slipping out of his hand and crashing to the floor. His face went white, then bright red, then purple with rage.
The second he snapped out of it, he screamed.
“NO! THAT’S NOT POSSIBLE! SERA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? YOU TOLD ME YOU LOVED ME! YOU TOLD ME YOU WERE GONNA LEAVE HIM FOR ME!”
He tried to storm the stage, but two massive security guards stepped in front of him, grabbing him by the arms before he could take two steps. He thrashed against them, screaming at the top of his lungs.
“YOU SAID YOU’D CALL OFF THE ENGAGEMENT FOR ME! YOU SAID I WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO GOT YOU! WHO IS HE? HE’S NOTHING! HE’S A LOSER!”
The entire room went quiet. Everyone was staring at him, whispering, laughing. Seraphina’s smile faded. Her face went cold, hard, unforgiving. She nodded at Mara, who was standing at the side of the stage.
The massive screen behind the stage lit up.
First, it showed the entire chat history between Jaxon’s fake Instagram account and Seraphina. Every desperate message, every pickup line, every time he’d begged her to leave me, every time he’d asked her for money, for gifts, for her to pay off his credit cards. The crowd laughed, loud and cruel, as the texts scrolled across the screen.
Then, it showed the chats between him and Mara. The lies he’d told, the money he’d spent to get dirt on Seraphina, the way he’d bragged about how he was going to steal her from me. Mara stepped out from the side of the stage, waving at Jaxon with a smirk. The crowd laughed even harder.
Then, the screen showed the posts he’d made on his Instagram, the lies he’d told his friends about Seraphina chasing him, the way he’d taken credit for her gifts to me.
The entire room was laughing at him. Pointing. Whispering. The president of the university was sitting in the front row, his face black with rage. This was a disaster for the school.
Seraphina leaned into the mic, her voice cold and sharp, echoing through the silent ballroom.
“This man has spent months harassing me, leeching off of me, lying about our relationship, and trying to destroy my relationship with my fiancé. He has no place here. Security? Please escort him out.”
The security guards nodded, dragging Jaxon towards the exit. He thrashed and screamed, yelling my name, cursing me, calling me every name in the book.
“KAEL! YOU FUCKING BASTARD! YOU SET ME UP! YOU’RE GONNA REGRET THIS! YOU’RE GONNA DIE FOR THIS!”
The doors slammed shut behind him. The room went quiet for a second, then erupted into applause again. Seraphina squeezed my hand, smiling up at me. The spotlight was on us, and for the first time in two lives, I felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be.
That night, the video of Jaxon’s meltdown went viral on our school’s Reddit page. It got hundreds of thousands of views, thousands of comments, all making fun of him, calling him entitled, a creep, a gold digger. But his humiliation was just the beginning. The worst was yet to come, and he had no one to blame but himself.
Chapter 7: The Debt And Disgrace That Crushed My Greedy RA
When I got back to the dorm that night, Sawyer was waiting for me. He tackled me in a hug, whooping and cheering.
“DUDE! THAT WAS FUCKING INSANE! I’VE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING THAT AWESOME IN MY LIFE! WE WON! WE ACTUALLY WON!”
Miles was sitting on his bed, staring at his phone. When he saw me, he stood up, his face pale, a nervous smile on his face.
“Uh… hey, Kael. That was… crazy. Congrats, man.”
I just looked at him. I didn’t say a word. He’d stood by Jaxon through everything. He’d cheered him on, he’d helped him bully Sawyer, he’d helped him isolate me. He didn’t get a pass. He looked away, sitting back down on his bed, staring at the floor.
Jaxon stumbled back to the dorm at 3 a.m. His custom suit was torn, covered in dirt and champagne. His hair was a mess. His face was streaked with sweat and tears. He stood in the doorway, staring at me, his voice shaking with rage.
“You happy now? You got what you wanted? You humiliated me in front of the entire city.”
I sat down in my desk chair, leaning back, staring at him calmly.
“Am I happy? I’m just fine. But I’m more curious about you. How’s that suit working out? Those payday loans you took out to pay for it. How are you gonna pay those back, Jaxon?”
His face went white. He’d forgotten. In all the excitement of the gala, he’d forgotten about the tens of thousands of dollars he’d borrowed. The interest that was already piling up, by the hour.
“You… you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I don’t?” I raised an eyebrow. “You maxed out three credit cards. Took out three payday loans with 400% interest. All to impress a girl who never wanted you. All to buy a suit you’ll never wear again. That’s not my problem. That’s yours.”
He snarled, stepping towards me.
“You think this is over? You think you won? That girl, Seraphina? She’ll do the same thing to you that she did to me. She’s a liar, a manipulator. She’ll break your heart, and you’ll end up just like me. You’ll see.”
“Really?” I stood up, stepping towards him, staring him down. “You wanna talk about liars? You wanna talk about manipulators? Let’s talk about how you stole Sawyer’s phone, broke up with his girlfriend, and ruined a two-year relationship, all because you thought you knew better. Let’s talk about how you used your position as RA to control every single part of our lives, all to feed your own ego. Let’s talk about how you spent months leeching off my girlfriend, stealing from her, lying to her, all because you were jealous of what I had.”
I leaned in, voice low and cold.
“You told Sawyer that trash belongs in the trash. Remember that? Well, look in the mirror, Jaxon. You’re the trash. And you’re about to get thrown out.”
He stared at me, mouth hanging open, like he couldn’t believe I was talking to him like that. He turned and stormed out of the dorm, slamming the door behind him.
The next morning, his life fell apart.
His phone started blowing up at 6 a.m. Calls from the credit card companies. Calls from the payday loan lenders. Texts threatening legal action, threatening to send debt collectors to his parents’ house, threatening to garnish his wages.
He ran around campus, begging everyone he knew for money. His friends, his classmates, even his professors. No one would help him. Everyone had seen the video from the gala. Everyone knew what he’d done. They all laughed at him behind his back.
By the end of the day, even Miles had had enough. He went to the housing office, put in a request to switch dorms, and moved out that night. He didn’t even say goodbye to Jaxon.
At noon the next day, Jaxon cornered me in the hallway outside the dorm. Before I could even react, he dropped to his knees in front of me. He grabbed my legs, tears streaming down his face, sobbing.
“Kael. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. I was wrong. I was greedy, I was stupid, I was jealous. Please. Please forgive me. Please talk to Seraphina. Tell her to call off the lenders. Tell her to pay off my debt. I can’t pay it. I’ll never be able to pay it. My parents can’t help me. Please. I’m begging you. We’re roommates. We’re brothers. You can’t let me ruin my life.”
I stared down at him, all the anger, all the pain from my last life bubbling up to the surface. I grabbed his wrists, prying his hands off my legs.
“Brothers? You wanna talk about brothers? When you forged that fake STD test, when you told the entire school I was cheating on Seraphina, when you made her break up with me in front of everyone? When I was in the hospital, dying of a heart attack, and you were in the group chat telling everyone I got what I deserved for sleeping around? Did you think about brothers then? Did you think about me at all?”
His eyes went wide, his face going white. He stared up at me, confused, scared.
“What… what are you talking about? What hospital? What heart attack?”
I snapped back to the present, shaking my head. I leaned down, voice cold and sharp.
“I’m saying you don’t get to call yourself my brother. You don’t get to beg for my help. You made this bed. Now you get to lie in it. Every single thing that’s happening to you right now? You earned it.”
I stepped over him, walking into the dorm, and slammed the door in his face.
The university’s disciplinary decision came down three days later. The official notice was posted all over campus, and emailed to every student. Jaxon Riggs had been found guilty of severe misconduct, of damaging the university’s reputation on a national scale. He was given a formal disciplinary record, a permanent mark on his transcript, and a full semester’s suspension.
He became a pariah. Everywhere he went, people pointed, laughed, whispered. He stopped going to class. He stopped leaving the dorm. He sat in his room, in the dark, drinking, staring at his phone, ignoring the calls from debt collectors. His mental health spiraled. He had nightmares every night, screaming in his sleep. His parents refused to help him. They yelled at him, called him a disappointment, told him he’d ruined his life, and hung up on him.
He’d spent months leeching off my girlfriend, ruining my relationships, and playing god with our lives. But he was about to learn that greedy men like him always get exactly what they deserve.
Chapter 8: The Final Descent Of My Toxic Former RA
For the next two weeks, Jaxon didn’t leave the dorm once. He kept his curtains closed 24/7, his lights off. The only time he came out of his room was to get more beer from the fridge, or to use the bathroom. The dorm reeked of alcohol and old takeout. The only people left in the room were me, Sawyer, and him.
I came back from the library one night, just after midnight. The second I opened the door, the stench of whiskey hit me like a brick. Jaxon was sitting on the floor in the middle of the room, surrounded by empty liquor bottles. He was drunk, his eyes bloodshot, his hair a mess. When he saw me, he laughed, a cold, bitter sound.
“Kael. You’re back. The big man. The billionaire’s fiancé. How’s the high life treating you?”
He pushed himself off the floor, swaying unsteadily. His eyes were filled with rage, with hatred, with despair.
“I hate you. I hate you so fucking much. Why do you get to have everything? The perfect girl, the perfect life, the money, the respect? What do you have that I don’t? Why is it all yours?”
He took a step towards me, and I saw it. A kitchen knife, gripped tight in his right hand.
“You took everything from me. You ruined my life. Now I’m gonna ruin yours. I’m gonna take you down with me. We’re gonna end this, right here, right now.”
He lunged at me, the knife raised over his head.
Sawyer, who’d been sitting at his desk, jumped up and ran out of the dorm, screaming for the RA on call and the campus police. I didn’t flinch. I’d seen this coming. I’d lived through worse.
I stepped to the side, dodging the knife. I grabbed his wrist, twisting it hard behind his back. He screamed in pain, the knife clattering to the floor. I slammed him up against the wall, pressing my forearm into his back, holding him there. He thrashed against me, sobbing, screaming.
I leaned in, voice low and cold, right in his ear.
“Stop blaming me for your life. Stop blaming me for your choices. You didn’t lose everything because of me. You lost everything because you’re greedy. Because you’re entitled. Because you think the world owes you something for nothing. Because you’d rather tear down the people around you than put in the work to build something for yourself. You did this to yourself. No one else.”
The dorm door burst open. The on-call RA, campus security, and two police officers rushed in. They saw the knife on the floor, saw Jaxon pinned against the wall, saw the empty liquor bottles. The police stepped forward, reading Jaxon his rights, and cuffed him.
He was arrested for aggravated assault with a deadly weapon, even though he hadn’t hurt anyone. He spent 15 days in the county jail. The second he was arrested, the university made their final decision. They expelled him. Permanent. No appeal. His college career was over.
When he got out of jail, he came back to the dorm one last time, to pack up his things. It was just the two of us in the room. Sawyer had gone to class. Jaxon was quiet. He didn’t yell, he didn’t scream. He just packed his things into a single suitcase and a beat-up backpack. Four years of college, reduced to two bags.
He was almost to the door when he stopped. He turned around, looking at me, his voice flat, empty.
“Kael.”
I looked up from my desk.
“Yeah?”
He stared at me, his eyes hollow.
“Did you plan this? The whole thing? From the very beginning? The pact, the girl, the gala? All of it? Did you set me up?”
I stared back at him. I didn’t say yes. I didn’t say no. I just leaned back in my chair, voice calm.
“You told Sawyer that trash belongs in the trash. Remember? Now you’re going back to where you belong.”
He stared at me for a long time. Then he nodded, picked up his bags, and walked out the door. He never looked back. I never saw him again.
Three days later, his parents showed up at the university. They found the housing office, yelling at the staff, demanding they reverse the expulsion. They said their son was a good kid, that he’d been manipulated, that it was all our fault. Then they showed up at our dorm.
I was coming back from class when I saw them. A middle-aged man and woman, standing in the hallway outside our dorm, looking tired and angry. The second the woman saw me, her eyes lit up. She ran over to me, grabbing my hands before I could step back.
“You must be Kael! I’m Jaxon’s mom. Please. I’m begging you. You have to help us. You have to help my son.”
Tears streamed down her face, her voice shaking.
“He’s just a kid. He made a mistake. He got mixed up with the wrong people, and now he’s in all this debt. We’re just a regular working-class family. We can’t pay it back. We’ll lose our house. Please. You have to talk to that girlfriend of yours. She’s got more money than she knows what to do with. She can pay it off, no problem. Please. Save my son.”
The man stepped forward, crossing his arms, his face hard.
“Yeah. This is all her fault, anyway. If she hadn’t been flashing all that money around, all those fancy gifts, my son never would’ve gotten mixed up in all this. She tempted him. She led him on. She owes him this.”
Sawyer, who’d been standing in the dorm doorway, snapped. He stepped forward, getting right in the man’s face.
“Are you kidding me? No one forced your son to take out those loans. No one forced him to steal my girlfriend from me. No one forced him to harass Seraphina for months. No one forced him to pull a knife on Kael. He did all that on his own. He’s not a kid. He’s a grown man, and he has to face the consequences of his actions. You two are just as bad as he is, making excuses for him instead of holding him accountable.”
Jaxon’s mom’s face went red. She started crying even harder, wailing about how her son was a good boy, how he was just trying to help his friends, how he had such a big heart.
I pulled my hand out of her grip, stepping back. My voice was cold, final.
“Your son’s debt is not my problem. It’s not Seraphina’s problem. If you or your son contact me, or Seraphina, or anyone we know, ever again, we will press harassment charges. Now get off this campus. And don’t come back.”
I grabbed Sawyer’s arm, pulled him into the dorm, and slammed the door shut.
They thought they could bully and blackmail a billionaire heiress into paying for their son’s mistakes. But they had no idea just how badly they’d just messed up.
Chapter 9: The Final Reckoning And My Second Chance At Forever
Jaxon’s parents didn’t give up that easily. The next day, they drove down to Manhattan, to the Croft Global headquarters. They set up folding chairs on the sidewalk in front of the building, holding up giant signs that said “CROFT HEIRESS DESTROYED MY SON’S LIFE” and “BILLIONAIRE FAMILY OWES US COMPENSATION”. They screamed at everyone who walked in the building, telling anyone who would listen that Seraphina had manipulated their son, that she’d ruined his life.
They made the local news. The tabloids picked it up. For a few hours, it looked like they might get the public sympathy they were craving.
Then Croft Global’s legal team struck.
They released a full, detailed statement, posted to every social media platform, sent to every news outlet in the city. It included the full timeline of Jaxon’s harassment, the screenshots of his texts, the video of his meltdown at the gala, the police report from the night he pulled a knife on me, and the full details of his loans, proving that every dollar he’d borrowed was spent on luxury items for himself.
The statement also announced that Seraphina was filing a formal defamation lawsuit against Jaxon’s parents, seeking $500,000 in damages for the lies they’d spread about her, for the damage they’d done to her reputation.
The internet turned on them instantly. The comments were brutal.
“These people are insane. Their son is a greedy creep, and they’re trying to blackmail a billionaire? Get real.”
“Like mother, like son. Entitled, greedy, and completely unwilling to take accountability for their actions.”
“I hope she wins the lawsuit. These people deserve everything they get.”
Jaxon’s parents panicked. They’d thought Seraphina would pay them off to make the bad press go away. They never thought she’d fight back. They packed up their signs, drove back to their small town upstate, and never showed their faces in the city again. They dropped the whole thing, but the lawsuit is still pending. They’ll be paying for their son’s mistakes for years to come.
After that, life finally went back to normal. Better than normal.
Seraphina and I got to just be us. No more traps, no more lies, no more drama. She’d show up at my classes with coffee, just to sit with me for ten minutes. She’d pack me lunch for my late nights at the library. She’d help me study for midterms, quizzing me for hours, making me flashcards, bringing me snacks when my brain was fried.
We did all the normal couple things. We went to the movies, we argued over what to watch on Netflix, we went grocery shopping at 2 a.m. when we were hungry. We walked around the campus at night, holding hands, talking about our future. We got to be happy. The kind of happy I’d never gotten to have in my last life.
Sawyer and Lila got back together, too. I helped him explain everything that had happened, all the lies Jaxon had told, all the things he’d done. She forgave him, and they’re still together, happier than ever. He still thanks me every day for taking Jaxon down.
By the end of junior year, I’d done it. I’d graduated at the top of my class. I’d won the national accounting scholarship I’d been working towards for four years. I was named the state’s outstanding student of the year. At the awards ceremony, Seraphina sat in the front row, holding a giant bouquet of flowers, cheering louder than anyone else. When I stood on that stage, holding that award, looking at her, I felt complete. For the first time in two lives, I felt like I’d won.
After the ceremony, she drove me out to the beach. We walked along the sand as the sun set, barefoot, the cold water lapping at our ankles. She stopped, turning to face me, her hands on my chest, her eyes soft.
“Kael. When you graduate next year. Will you marry me?”
I froze. I stared at her, my throat tight.
“Sera. Are you sure? I… I’m not the perfect guy you think I am. I’m selfish. I’m calculating. I did terrible things to Jaxon. I’m not always good.”
She smiled, leaning up to kiss my cheek. She wrapped her arms around my waist, pressing her head to my chest.
“My Kael. I’ve never thought you were perfect. I fell in love with you because you’re sharp. Because you’re brave. Because you protect the people you love. I saw you the day of your freshman orientation, when you gave that speech. I saw the light in your eyes. I saw the fire. The things you did to Jaxon weren’t evil. They were self-defense. If anyone ever hurt you, I’d do ten times worse to them. I love every part of you. The good, the bad, all of it.”
She leaned up, pressing her lips to mine. The sun set behind her, painting the sky pink and orange, and I knew. This was it. This was the life I’d been given a second chance to live. This was the happy ending I’d never thought I’d get.
For my senior year internship, I turned down Seraphina’s offer to work at Croft Global. I wanted to do it on my own. I applied to the top accounting firm in New York, and I got it. The internship was brutal. 12 hour days, late nights, weekends in the office. But Seraphina was there for me, every step of the way. She’d drop off coffee and dinner at my office at 10 p.m. She’d wait for me in the lobby, to drive me home. She’d hold me when I was stressed, when I thought I couldn’t do it.
When the internship ended, I got the full-time offer. A permanent position, at the firm I’d dreamed of working at since I was a kid.
That night, Seraphina cooked my favorite dinner, set the table with candles, and poured us wine. After we ate, she got down on one knee in the middle of the living room, pulling out a small velvet box. Inside was a diamond ring, simple, perfect, exactly what I would’ve picked out for her.
“Kael Voss. Will you marry me? Will you spend the rest of your life with me?”
I took the ring out of the box, slipped it onto her finger, and pulled her into my arms. I kissed her, and through the tears, I whispered the only answer that ever made sense.
“I do. Forever.”
Our wedding was two weeks after graduation. It was small, intimate. Just our families, our closest friends. Sawyer was my best man. Lila was Seraphina’s maid of honor. When the wedding march started, and Seraphina walked down the aisle on her father’s arm, I cried. For the life I’d lost. For the life I’d been given. For the woman standing in front of me, who loved me, all of me, even the parts I didn’t love myself.
When we exchanged rings, she squeezed my hand, smiling through her tears. I squeezed back. I knew, in that moment, that I’d never let anything hurt her again. I’d never let anyone take this away from me. Not again.
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