I Heard Her Thoughts And Came Back

New Years Eve. The night Damon was supposed to propose, he gave me a used, fake luxury handbag as a gift instead.
Furious, I broke up with him and ran to my best friend, Naomi, to vent.
I never expected that the moment I saw Naomi, I would suddenly hear her thoughts.
This bitch finally dumped him. A used, fake bag? Ha. I swapped the bags when they werent looking.
You still dont know, do you? The man you just broke up with is a secret billionaire, and he was planning to propose tonight.
Why should a man that good belong to you? From now on, hes mine.
Following Naomis chilling monologue, I checked the security footage. Sure enough, there she was, swapping the packages in a furtive, guilty motion.
I instantly cut her out of my life, rushed back to Damon, resolved the misunderstanding, and we were married a month later.
But the marriage was a lie. He wasn't rich; he was drowning in debt.
I spent every day dodging loan sharks and thugs until, cornered on a rooftop, I slipped and fell to my death.
Then I opened my eyes. I was back on the day I first heard Naomis thoughts.
1
Guys who are in love are so easy to trick. What woman wouldnt love it if her proposal was broadcast on every digital billboard in the city?
Just because I said Sienna dislikes extravagance and that he should give her time to think and the chance to hesitate before a grand spectacle, he actually decided to propose in secret.
He even asked me what gift Sienna would like. Perfect. Id been scammed on a fake bag the other day, so I made him buy me a real one as a replacement.
Then I deleted the receipt. No proof, no witnesses. Im a genius.
Hearing Naomis inner voice, Naomis voice, for the second time, I still broke out in a cold sweat.
In my past life, Id been so excited, getting dressed up to spend New Years Eve with my boyfriend.
Then I saw the gift: a worn, second-hand purse. The tag didnt even match the outer box.
I questioned him angrily, but he insisted he bought it from a reputable boutique.
When I demanded the receipt, he couldn't produce it.
He then had the audacity to suggest that Naomi had handled the package, hinting she might have been involved.
He tried to drag me to a hotel, saying he had a surprise waiting.
I nearly laughed from sheer disbelief. He pulls this, and he still expects me to go to a hotel with him?
I broke up with him on the spot and threw the bag at his chest.
Naomi and I had grown up together. Over the years, we were closer than family. Shed even paid for my mothers critical surgery when we were short.
How dare he try to use a cheap, fake purse to sow discord between us?
But I went home and heard her thoughtsthe scheme was all her.
I didn't believe it at first, thinking it was a prank.
But the security footage didn't lie; I watched Naomi switch the bags myself.
I went to the hotel he mentioned. He had reserved the Presidential Suite, complete with a lavish, meticulously arranged proposal setting. I even found text messages on his phone from Naomi, urging him to "simplify the proposal."
In a haze of disbelief and pain, I exposed Naomis deception, severed our friendship, and married Damon.
But my husband was no billionaire. He was a gambler with overwhelming debts. He married me to make me help pay them off.
The relentless pressure from the debt collectors eventually led me to jump.
To my death. And I never knew why any of it happened.
Sienna, its a good thing you broke up with him.
Honestly, I never dared to say it, but I always felt there was somethingoff about Damon.
Naomi squeezed my hand, offering comfort after I told her Id ended things.
I stared into her eyes, the tears welling up, but they were tears of confusion and love, not rage.
2
After I died in the previous life, I didn't return immediately. I was a ghost, floating above the world.
It was then I learned that while I was on the run from the debt collectors, Naomi had secretly been taking care of my parents.
When the thugs found my parents apartment after my death, it was Naomi who rushed in, shielding them from the knives.
When my parents collapsed from grief after my sudden death, she took them in and cared for them as if they were her own.
A person like that couldn't possibly turn on me for a man.
I chose to ignore the bizarre voice in my head. I hugged Naomi tightly and nodded, conviction hardening my voice.
Youre right, Naomi. Somethings definitely wrong with him. Thank God I ended it fast.
I immediately pulled out my phone. Without even glancing at the stream of messages, I blocked Damon Wallacemy ex-fiancon every platform.
The memory of hiding from loan sharks, having to sleep rough, and constantly fearing for my life was still vivid.
This time, I wouldn't be fooled. I wouldn't hurt the person who truly loved me.
But even after blocking him, Damon persisted.
Sienna, Im so sorry. Last night was a total mistake.
I accidentally grabbed the wrong box. Look, this is the bag I bought you.
To make up for my monumental screw-up, I also bought you that necklacethe one youve always wanted. Please, forgive me?
Seeing that I wouldn't respond, Damon grabbed my arm.
He pleaded earnestly, and when I remained silent, he started showing up downstairs every day with a new gift, vowing to wait until I had a change of heart.
I just sneered internally. I didn't try to stop him.
I knew his debts were about to catch up with him.
Once the sharks showed up, he'd be too busy running to bother me. I had already found a new place and was preparing to move.
This time, I would finally be free of him.
But on the day I had planned my movethe very day I expected the debt collectors to swarm himDamon showed up, right on time.
What are you even doing here?
I froze, seeing him holding a fresh bouquet, just like any other day.
I remembered the date perfectly. In my previous life, this was the third day after our wedding, when we were supposed to go visit my parents.
Instead, we were intercepted by thugs wielding knives, threatening to cut off our fingers if we didn't pay.
Thats when I learned the truth: he wasn't a secret billionaire; he was a desperate gambler.
But why was he standing here, unharmed, now?
The next shock was even greater.
When he heard me speak, Damon didn't flash his usual pleading smile. He merely gave me a cold, dismissive look.
Dont worry. My being here has nothing to do with you. Im just here to help Naomi move.
Naomi?
I followed his gaze and saw Damon hoisting a suitcase, helping Naomi carry her belongings.
Naomi didn't object. She simply handed him the bag as if it were her right.
Naomi, what are you doing?
I stared at her in shock, losing my grip on the box in my hands. Its contents scattered across the floor.
My best friend, the one who had just been enthusiastically planning our new, shared future, suddenly turned cold.
Sienna, since you know, I wont pretend anymore.
Damon and I are together. And thank you for vacating the position. Honestly, I couldnt have found a better man without your help.
Naomi's words pierced my heart like a dagger.
The terrifying inner voice from earlier rushed back.
It had all been true. Naomi really had wanted to marry Damon. She couldn't bear to see me happy.
But then why, in the previous life, had she so selflessly cared for my parents?
And why hadnt the debt collectors shown up this time?
3
The explosion of unanswered questions nearly blew my mind apart.
I stood there helplessly, watching Naomi finish loading her things into Damon's car.
No, Naomi, you cant marry him!
You think hes a billionaire, but hes lying to you! He is not a good manhes a gambler. You marry him, and your life will be destroyed!
Seeing her about to leave, I grabbed her arm.
I still didn't understand what was happening, but she had genuinely cared for my parents in the past. Helping her avoid this nightmare would even the score.
Perhaps Damon, seeing he couldn't fool me, had managed to buy a few days reprieve from the loan sharks and was now moving on to my best friend, hoping her savings from her design studio could solve his immediate problems.
Sienna, what is your problem? I used to be so loyal to you, and you turn around and slander me like this?
Damon stepped between us, his face twisting in anger. Why are you calling me a gambler? Because I gave you the wrong bag?
Since were being honest, I can tell you that I gave you the wrong bag on purpose.
I am Darian Wallace, the CEO and heir to the Wallace Group. That bag was a testthe Wallace family cant marry a woman who is vain and materialistic.
Unfortunately, you failed the test. But I liked you so much, Sienna, that I broke my own rules. I kept coming back, begging for your forgiveness.
But then I met Naomi by accident. Gradually, I realized my initial perception of you was flawed. A woman like Naomi is my true love.
Stop trying to find excuses to hold onto me. Your chance is gone.
Damon grabbed my arm and forcibly shoved me away.
I merely chuckled.
Billionaire? How do you have the nerve? I bet the debt you owe is about to be exposed.
You think because the real Darian Wallace keeps a low profile, you can use his identity to scam people?
Well, you didn't count on this: he has agreed to an exclusive interview with my network. Im the reporter whos covering it tomorrow.
Then, well see how I expose your true face.
A flicker of panic crossed Damons face.
I smirked, triumphant. Id fought tooth and nail for this interview slot ever since I came back, all for this moment.
The next day, I arrived at the studio early.
The producer had told me a few press photos from the interview would be released today. Once it was confirmed, Damon wouldnt be able to bluff with that identity anymore.
But I never could have imagined that when my interview subject finally walked in, I would be looking at Damon.
Sienna. Long time no see.
Allow me to reintroduce myself. I am Darian Wallace, CEO of the Wallace Group.
I was completely stunned.
I had, of course, heard the CEOs name. But in the previous life, Damon had never changed his name, not even on our marriage certificate. It had always been Damon Wallace.
How could he actually be the billionaire?
My networks vetting process for an interview subject this high-profile would have been extremely rigorous. Id also heard the Wallace Group never gave interviews; they only agreed to ours because a high-level executive at the station had a family connection to Darian.
There was no way Damon could be an imposter in this scenario.
My mind raced, spinning out of control.
I forced myself to pull it together and stumbled through the interview.
Ms. Stone, you look a little frayed.
Whats wrong? Are you losing sleep without me?
Damon noticed my poor state and mocked me after the interview ended.
Who are you, really?
I studied him with guarded suspicion.
The life I'd led on the runconstantly threatened, always terrifiedwas still a fresh wound.
I remembered one instance when we were hiding, penniless, forced to scavenge food from dumpsters.
If he was truly a billionaire, why would we have lived like that? But if he wasnt, what was this?
Who am I? I already told you. I am Darian Wallace, and my middle name is Damon. So I also go by Damon Wallace.
Seeing my caution, he simply smiled, answering with infuriating patience.
I stared at his face, the face I had loved for three years. It was the same person, yet everything felt utterly, chillingly unfamiliar.
Honey, are you done with your interview? Ive been waiting outside.
Before I could speak again, Naomi suddenly burst in.
They had only been together for half a day, yet they already acted like a deeply intimate couple.
She wrapped her arm around Damons, leaning into his embrace and pouting playfully.
I raised my hand, wanting to intervene, but hesitated and lowered it.
It truly seemed that everything was unfolding exactly as the inner voice had foretold.
I had no clear grasp of the situation. What right did I have to stop them?
I forced myself to maintain a professional composure, offering my interview subject a polite, strained smile of farewell.
But suddenly, my gaze fixed on Naomi's hand.
A flash of insightI thought I knew what was happening!

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