Chapter 3
Jaxon was just the son of our family’s housekeeper. His dad had died when he was young, so he’d lived with us ever since.
Back then, my parents were always traveling for work, and he was the only light in my lonely childhood.
Just to be with him, I’d followed him to every school-preschool, middle school, high school, and now college.
I was a mediocre student while he was always at the top of his class. To get into the same university as him, my dad hat to donate three entire buildings,
Three years ago, his mom was diagnosed with cancer. Not only couldn’t they afford the massive surgery costs, but they couldn’t even pay his tuition.
It was me who begged my dad desperately, who used his connections to find the best doctors, that saved his mother’s life. And now it’s the expensive medication-over $10,000 a month that my family pays for-that’s keeping her alive.
I’d never once rubbed any of this in Jaxon’s face.
I thought that someday he’d see how much I truly cared.
But right up until my death in my past life, when Willow had accused me of bullying her in front of the entire school, Jaxon had believed her without question.
That’s when I realized just how wrong I’d been all these years.
All my sacrifices and efforts meant nothing, while “brave and resilient” Willow had waltzed into his heart without breaking a sweat.
Jaxon was so moved by Willow’s sob story that he’d led the entire school in ostracizing me, humiliating me, and boycotting my family’s company until we lost
everything…
Lost in my crushing pain, I couldn’t even speak.
By then, the ambulance arrived, and Jaxon helped Willow inside.
As he glanced back and saw me wiping the blood from my split lip, his disgust only deepened.
Cut the act. I hit your face, not your leg. Call an Uber and get your ass to the hospital. You’re paying for all of Willow’s medical bills.”
You better pray nothing serious happened to her, or I’ll make you pay back a hundred times over.”
Willow leaned against Jaxon’s chest, gazing up at him with adoration. When their eyes met, a single tear rolled down her cheek, and they shared a moment of
ender intimacy.
fter the ambulance left, I wiped my tears and texted our family driver, Marcus.
Cut off all of Jaxon’s mom’s treatment. No more doctors, no more home visits, stop all her medications.”
Marcus replied quickly: “Understood, Miss Sinclair.”
he crowd around me was still hurling abuse my way.
took a deep breath and stood up, pulling out my phone to play the video I’d posted in the group chat at full volume.
Villow’s unhinged voice echoed for everyone to hear:
Aria! Do you have any idea that bag you casually bought costs more than my entire family’s living expenses for a year?! Why don’t you just donate your money o me instead of wasting it like this!”
nstantly, the vicious insults directed at me stopped dead in their tracks.
