On my wedding day, the groom was nowhere to be found. My family and friends joined me in searching for him. We found him in a hotel room, lying on pristine white sheets. And beside him… a naked man. Not long after, I jumped to my death, infected with HIV and pregnant. A double tragedy. I left behind only my deranged mother, subjected to cruel mockery from relatives. Given a second chance at life, I vowed to make them all pay! I opened my eyes in my familiar bedroom. The memory of my body shattering as I jumped still made me shudder. April 1st – the day I first met Lucas Gray in my previous life. A pale yellow dress was laid out neatly by my bed, along with accessories, a purse, and even foundation and lipstick. My mom’s nagging from before she left for work echoed in my ears: “He’s from a good family, introduced by Mrs. Johnson. He’s 24, so don’t mess this up… Don’t come home if it doesn’t work out…” My mom was still as elegant and forceful as ever. But Mom, you said it well. Next time, don’t say it at all. Last time, it was this innocent look that made Lucas think I’d make a good wife, choosing me as his beard. This time, to hell with that pale yellow dress.
“Welcome to Timeless Coffee” I was already an hour late. On purpose. Lucas Gray was still eye-catching in the corner. Crisp suit, lounging casually, his long fingers idly playing with the rim of his cup. He didn’t seem anxious or impatient at all. In my past life, I was completely fooled by his handsome facade! I never even questioned why someone with his qualities needed to go on blind dates. “Lucas Gray, right? I’m Emma Carter.” Lucas looked up at me, his captivating eyes widening slightly. Clearly, my current outfit surprised him. Probably didn’t match Mrs. Johnson’s description. My tight leather jacket accentuated my curves, and sky-high heels brought me to nearly 5’9″. Fiery red wavy hair paired with blood-red lips and dramatic eyeliner. I looked aggressively sexy – my own mother probably wouldn’t recognize me. Not exactly wife material now, huh? “Miss Carter, hello.” Lucas stood to shake my hand. In my past life, his polite demeanor had me head over heels. This time, I was immune. “Oh, hi.” I sat across from him, speaking carelessly. I ignored his outstretched hand, leaving him awkwardly frozen. The following conversation was all initiated by Lucas. Just like last time, every topic flowed naturally. He never said anything to make me uncomfortable, while still managing to close the distance between us. But I really didn’t want to hear his bullshit anymore. It made me sick. So I deliberately raised my voice, saying something I’d never have dared in my past life: “Lucas, did you take a shit today? Was it solid or runny? What color? Yellow, or more brownish?” Most people in the cafe had been subtly watching us – women eyeing Lucas, men looking at me. My outburst left everyone’s jaws on the floor. Lucas seemed shocked by my crude words, too stunned to answer. “I don’t think you’ve shit yet. Your breath stinks so bad, I’d think you ate shit if I didn’t know better. I can’t stand it anymore, I’m leaving. Next time, remember to take a dump before coming on a date.” With that, I sashayed out of the cafe in my sky-high heels, swinging my hips dramatically. Raucous laughter erupted behind me as I left. Peeking back through the glass door, I saw several girls deleting photos they’d sneakily taken of Lucas. Their fingers moved at lightning speed, as if their phones had been contaminated. Another girl holding her phone, probably about to ask for Lucas’s contact info, stood frozen in place… Haha, I laughed inwardly. Lucas must be so embarrassed now! But to my surprise, Lucas in the corner remained completely unruffled. He didn’t argue with the people laughing at him, and made no move to leave. This guy’s got some thick skin to still be sitting there!
Just as I was about to turn and leave, Lucas moved. He got up and went to where I had been sitting. Slowly, he turned his face towards the foam cushion. Then he took a deep breath, his expression shifting to one of utter bliss and satisfaction… He looked just like an addict after getting a fix. No one in that corner of the cafe could see him, except me through the window. My fragile psyche was utterly shaken. Ugh, what the actual fuck?! Thinking back now, when he first saw me. That change in his eyes wasn’t surprise. It was excitement! I had no idea young people these days were into such kinky stuff.
“How was the blind date today? Mrs. Johnson said that young man’s family is in the clothing business, should be making at least six figures. I’m telling you, you better not let this one slip away.” I kept my head down, eating. I still hadn’t figured out how to tell Mom about the date. I was so shocked at the time that I forgot to record a video. If I told her Lucas was a pervert, she’d never believe me. “Are you listening, you brat?” “Yes, yes, okay…” “Ding dong~ Ding dong~” The urgent doorbell interrupted our cozy mother-daughter dinner. It was Mrs. Johnson, the matchmaker. She stormed in with her phone, demanding to know if the woman in the video was me, and why I’d said such things to embarrass Lucas. Apparently someone at the cafe had posted the gossip online. It should have been a minor incident, but because Lucas was so handsome, the stark contrast made his alleged bad breath go viral. Of course, some people said I must be Lucas’s obsessed fan, slandering him because I couldn’t have him. I was slandering him alright, but because I had already had him. Mom looked confused. After watching the video, her face turned pale with anger. “Is this you? Tell me this isn’t you! Where did you get these clothes?! And what’s with this red hair?!” “Emma Carter!” Mom was having another episode. She’d always had a bad temper and was extremely domineering. That’s why my dad divorced her when I was ten. Mom rushed into my bedroom, searching every nook and cranny where I liked to hide things. Finally, she laid out the black leather outfit and red wig in front of me. Her eyes were bloodshot, her normally immaculate hair in disarray. That hysterical look took me back to that cold night. Mom had the same crazed expression. Holding my mangled body, she cried hoarsely: “Mommy was wrong, Emma. I shouldn’t have pressured you, shouldn’t have made you go on that date. It’s all my fault… Please come back.” My soul stood by her side, watching as my strong, capable mother turned into a babbling madwoman. For 100 days after my death, Mom went to the nearest intersection to our home every day to wait for me. It was on my usual route home from work. In my memory, Mom was always a beautiful, well-dressed woman who cared about appearances. But during those 100 days, her clothes were filthy and tattered. She even lost control of her bodily functions in public. She called every passing woman in her 20s her daughter. Or as others put it, she harassed them all. Mom, this time I won’t be so foolish.
“Mom, Mom, calm down, please calm down…” “I, I actually looked into what type of girl Lucas likes. This is the style he prefers.” Mother didn’t seem convinced: “Really? What decent man would like this kind of style?” Decent or not, men are all the same. “It’s true. If you don’t believe me, have Mrs. Johnson call and ask what impression I made on him.” “Ring… ring… Hello, who is this?” The call connected, and Lucas’s deep, magnetic voice came through. “Oh, Lucas dear, it’s your Auntie Johnson.” Mrs. Johnson’s face was fawning. She must stand to make a good commission on this match. “Mrs. Johnson? Oh, it’s you.” Lucas hesitated slightly. “Oh I’m not calling for anything important, just wanted to ask how the blind date went today.” The voice on the other end raised slightly, sounding pleased. “It went very well, Mrs. Johnson. Miss Carter was quite interesting. I’m looking forward to getting to know her better. By the way, do you have her contact information?” I could imagine the perverted look on Lucas’s face as he said this. “That’s wonderful, that’s wonderful. Yes, I have her info, I’ll send it to you right away.” Mom was overjoyed hearing this. She immediately gave Mrs. Johnson my contact details to pass along, Without even asking how I knew Lucas’s preferences, or why I’d said those things. If she had pressed further, I’d have had to tell her the truth about the dare. Before bed, I liked all the comments criticizing Lucas under the video.
“A new trendy dessert shop just opened on Blossom Street. Want to go check it out?” A message from my best friend, Olivia White. Of course I’d go. After all, I hadn’t properly thanked her for her “help” yet. In my past life, it was Olivia, who worked at the hotel, who told me to go catch Lucas cheating. Even though she clearly knew Lucas was gay long before, she only told me on my wedding day. And she even rallied all the guests to come watch the spectacle. Humiliating me and my mother beyond belief. … “What took you so long? I’ve been waiting forever. Here, I ordered you the red velvet.” Looking at Olivia’s smiling face, I felt sick. The best friend I once thought was so close was nothing but a facade. In reality, Olivia hated me to her core. Because her family background, looks, education, and job were all far inferior to mine. Without the right qualifications, she could only work as a hotel receptionist. Next to me, she was just a plain Jane. But I had never looked down on her! Of course, I only learned all this when she came to my grave to tell me. Her face twisted with hate. She forgot how in school, when everyone ostracized her, I was the only one who played with her, talked to her, became her only friend. Because I was there, the other students stopped bullying her. She herself said we’d be best friends for life. How ironic.
“Liv, do you want a man? If you do, I can set you up.” Olivia had fallen for Lucas the moment I introduced them. In my past life, I was too caught up in my romance with Lucas. Drowning in love, I never noticed Olivia’s little crush. I kept flaunting my relationship in front of her. This time, why not make her dreams come true? “A man! Where, where?” Olivia looked around eagerly, putting on an act of anticipation. I opened Lucas’s Instagram profile and showed her his photos. “Holy shit, he’s gorgeous! I’m in love! Secretary Carter, I need his full background check in two minutes.” I knew it. Olivia would still fall for Lucas. After all, who doesn’t like a handsome face. I laughed inwardly: Hook, line and sinker. “Wait, something’s not right. Why would you share a catch like this with me? There must be a catch.” Olivia gave me a contemptuous look. “Besides, someone like me clearly doesn’t deserve him. Never mind.” When did Olivia grow a brain? She used to stop in her tracks for any hot guy. “To be honest, he’s my blind date.” “See, I knew it was yours. All the good stuff always goes to you. Nothing left for me.” “But you know how my mom’s always setting me up on dates. I really don’t want to date or get married right now, so I’m planning to rebel.” “Oh, look who’s standing up to Mommy Dearest.” It’s true, I used to be a total mama’s girl. Even though I didn’t want to marry and have kids, I still went on date after date at my mother’s insistence. I hadn’t expected anything, but then I met Lucas. Handsome, wealthy, polite – who wouldn’t fall for him? Soon enough, both our parents were meeting to discuss wedding dates. “And to sabotage this date, I did something crazy.” I showed her the viral video on my phone. Olivia was shocked: “Oh my god, I’ve seen this video! That was you?! So this is your blind date? I gotta say, he looks even hotter on video.” “You really went all out to ruin that date, huh.” “So, waste not want not. You want this hottie or not?” Olivia nodded eagerly. “Yes, yes, yes!” “Then you better listen to me carefully.” I needed to figure out how to get my bestie into my blind date’s bed.
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