A Love Rewritten

The night of our graduation dinner, I took the drunk campus belle to the campus bad boy’s room.
But my childhood friend mistook me for her.
One night of chaos.
Everyone said I did it on purpose to break them up. For years after we were married, I tried everything to win his heart, but it remained cold.
Until one day, I overheard him on the phone.
“As long as Beth is happy, I’m willing to waste my whole life keeping Thea tied down.”
“Who would want to marry a bookworm like her, anyway?”
“She wants a baby? Fine. I’ll give her one.”
The harsh blare of a car horn cut him off. He spun around instinctively and saw me standing at the corner. His face paled, and he lunged toward me, trying to push me out of the way.
The next second, we were both sent flying.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the graduation dinner.
This time, I decided to let them have each other.

1
Only my childhood friend, Liam, knew that I had a crush on the campus bad boy, Jaxon.
The night of our university graduation dinner, Beth asked me to help her to a room to rest. I didn’t know it was Jaxon’s room. And Beth was a master actress. The moment we were out of sight, she was instantly sober, a mocking glint in her eyes as she looked at me.
In my past life, I was too naive to see it. I was, as everyone called me, the scheming, venomous bookworm. It wasn’t until I heard Liam’s phone call right before I died that I finally understood.
He was willing to sacrifice his entire life for Beth. And I had been foolish enough to believe him when he’d proposed, when he’d told me he loved me.
Before I died, Liam and I lay together in a pool of blood. When the speeding car hit, he had thrown himself in front of me, taking the brunt of the impact with his back. But it was useless. The force of the collision sent me flying.
As my consciousness faded, I could just make out Liam, covered in blood, stubbornly crawling toward me despite the agony that wracked his body. The wounds on his fingers were deep enough to show bone, and his voice was a broken tremor.
“Thea, don’t scare me.”
“Wake up, let me explain!”
“I was wrong, Thea. I was so wrong.”
His heartbroken cries made me want to vomit. A torrent of blood gushed from my lips. In the final moments of my life, I found one last ounce of strength. I moved my fingers, just enough to pull away from the hand he was desperately trying to link with mine.
Too late for apologies now.

2
“Thea, what’s too late?”
“You haven’t had that much to drink. Come on, have another.”
A voice pulled me from my memories. I realized I was back in my senior year of university. Jaxon was hosting a graduation party for our class at his family’s empty villa. For everyone else, it was the start of a new chapter. For me, in my last life, it had been the entrance to hell.
The sweet, cloying voice belonged to Beth. Liam always told me I should be more like her, that even her anger sounded like a lover’s pout, irresistible to any man.
I couldn’t hold my liquor, but when the campus belle offered a toast, refusing would have been a social death sentence. Unfortunately, I’d been reborn just a moment too late. I’d already downed a glass, and the world was starting to spin.
So, no matter how much Beth coaxed, I refused to drink another drop. I just adjusted my glasses and pretended to be drunker than I was. I had a job to do later; I couldn’t afford to be completely wasted.
Seeing my refusal, a sly look entered Beth’s eyes. She raised her own glass to the table. “If the star student won’t drink, I’ll drink the rest for her.”
I lowered my head, a cold smile touching my lips. She was drinking from her own glass but claiming it was for my sake. In my past life, I’d never had an ounce of her cunning. Her words were sweeter than any song.
I poured myself a glass of water and sipped it, quietly watching her performance. By now, Liam had already gotten Jaxon drunk and taken him upstairs. Liam himself had had too much and was resting in the room next to Jaxon’s. Beth’s dramatic display of drinking could only mean she had something else in mind.
Soon, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were hazy. She leaned against me, her voice just loud enough for everyone to hear. “Thea, I drank so much for you, I’m feeling dizzy. Can you help me upstairs to rest? My life is in your hands now. You have to keep me safe, okay?”
In my past life, Beth had already gotten me completely drunk. I’d only caught the last part about going upstairs to rest before she half-dragged my stumbling form up the stairs.
But this time, I saw the cleverness in her words and actions. She was making it sound like it was my fault she was drunk, that it was my duty to see her safely to a room. With that one statement, she planted a seed in everyone’s mind: whatever happened to her tonight would be my fault. Her drunken, helpless state, needing me for support, only solidified her image as the innocent victim.
But no one could see that, from their angle, Beth, who was taller than me, wasn’t just leaning on my shoulders. She was digging her fingers into them, her grip surprisingly strong as she steered me toward the stairs.
The pain made me wince. Fine. I could play drunk too.
I pretended to take off my glasses, and in that motion, I shook off her grip. Then, I went completely limp, collapsing into her arms. A head shorter than her, with a flushed, baby face, I wrapped my arms around her and whined, my voice soft and slurring, “Beth, I’m so dizzy! I can’t walk.”
No one had expected this. In their eyes, Beth and I were rivals. Liam liked her, and during a game of truth or dare earlier, I had admitted that I liked him.
“Oh no! The star student is really drunk,” someone exclaimed.
Hidden in Beth’s embrace, I stayed silent, playing my part. Out of sight, a small smile touched my lips. My little act had startled Beth; I saw her eyes clear for a second. But she needed me to be her scapegoat tonight, so she gritted her teeth and didn't push me away. Besides, to make her act convincing, she really had drunk a lot. She was at least eighty percent gone.
I looked up at her, my hair a mess, and blinked. “Beth, let’s sleep together tonight.”

3
I had no idea what Beth was thinking, but I was serious. The only way to prevent the disaster of my past life was for her to stay with me tonight.
Besides, I had lived ten years longer than this version of Beth. To me, she was just a misguided girl. Maybe something had happened to her in university that made her so desperate to land a rich boyfriend. But she wanted to maintain her good-girl image, so she’d devised this whole scheme. She wanted everyone to believe that I, jealous of Liam’s affection for her, had deliberately put her in the bad boy’s room.
Her plan had been a spectacular success in my last life. The day after the party, my name became synonymous with “vicious.” Everyone blamed me, cursed me. Eventually, I started to believe it myself. I thought it was my fault, that I’d had too much to drink and taken her to the wrong room. I was the reason she’d disappeared for ten years. I was the reason Liam had lost the love of his life.
So I tried to atone. I couldn't find Beth, so I poured all my repentance onto Liam. I learned to love him, tried to warm his cold heart, begged him to stop hating me. The Liams had taken me in as a child; I owed them everything.
But in the end, I was the one who had been played. Liam had been willing to throw away his entire life, to trap me in a marriage, just to keep me from interfering with Beth’s happiness.
The day of the car crash, I had been on my way to tell him I’d found her. I had just learned from Jaxon where Beth had been for the past ten years. I wanted him to see her for who she really was, to stop feeling guilty for getting drunk that night and failing to protect her. But before I could say a word, we were both killed.
I was so grateful for this second chance. At the dinner table, I’d been thinking about what I could do to repay this gift. I’d considered getting revenge on Beth, giving her a taste of the public shame she’d put me through. But looking at her now, so young and vibrant, I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
So when she’d asked me to help her to a room, I’d asked, in front of everyone, if she wanted to sleep with me. If she chose me, if she chose not to repeat her mistake, then I would let the past go. After all, this was a different timeline. I couldn’t punish this Beth for what a different version of her had done.
But if she insisted on being foolish, I would respect her choice. Everyone has to take responsibility for their own actions.
So, when she had me pinned between two doors, I asked her again. “It’s your decision. You can sleep here, or you can come to another room with me.”
The alcohol was hitting her hard now. Her eyes were glazed over, but she shook her head, trying to stay clear. “Let me think… Oh, I can’t remember.” She tapped her head a few times.
I decided to be direct. “Who do you choose? On the left is…” I was about to tell her Jaxon was on the left, Liam was on the right, and I was right beside her.
But she cut me off. “I forgot who I drugged…”
Her words hit me like a thunderclap. In that instant, my image of her shattered. She was like a beautiful flower, rotten from the roots up. She would stoop to such a low, despicable tactic to get what she wanted.
I started to wonder if I’d been drugged too. I took a step back, putting some distance between us. I asked her again, but the answer was the same.
“Either one is fine,” she said. “Doesn’t matter which.”
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I had to let go of my savior complex and respect her choices. I watched, my face a cold mask, as she stumbled into Liam’s room.
Then I turned and opened the door to the room next door.
Beth might not remember who she’d drugged, but I had the memories of my past life. The moment she said it, I knew.
Tonight, I would be the one to save the poor, unsuspecting bad boy.

4
The moment I opened the door, a blast of cold air hit me. The room was a mess, water everywhere. I followed the sound of dripping and found him. The notoriously cool and arrogant Jaxon was a pathetic heap on the floor, his back against the sofa, pouring ice water over his head.
His t-shirt was tossed aside, leaving him in just a pair of grey sweatpants. His head was bowed, his black hair plastered to his face, obscuring his eyes. Droplets of water traced the sharp line of his jaw, soaking a dark patch on his pants. It was a strangely mesmerizing sight.
His long, slender fingers were clenched so tightly around a plastic water bottle that it crackled. When the last drop fell, he tilted his head back and, incredibly, stuck his tongue inside the bottle, licking at the remaining moisture before his full lips closed around the opening again.
The Jaxon I remembered had bright red hair and an ear full of studs, a walking embodiment of rebellion. Looking at him now, his defiant face was still strikingly handsome. But his flushed skin and labored breathing told a different story.
His reactions were slow. It took him a moment to realize someone had entered the room. Without looking up, he snarled, “Who let you in? Get out!”
But when he turned and saw it was me, the words “don’t touch me” died on his lips. He stumbled to his feet, trying to retreat toward the mini-fridge, but his legs gave out and he collapsed back onto the floor.
I grabbed a bottle of ice water, twisted it open, and handed it to him. “Jaxon, where’s your phone? I’ll call a doctor.”
He chugged the water, half of it spilling down his chin and neck. Then he started fumbling at his pockets, trying to find his phone. I could see a bulge that looked like a phone, but after a minute of fruitless searching, he looked up at me, his expression bewildered, his lips moving but no sound coming out.
He was taking too long. I pushed his hands away and reached into his pocket myself. The instant my fingers brushed against it, I regretted it. With my years of experience as a urologist in my past life, I knew that what I was feeling was definitely not a phone.
Before I could scream, Jaxon’s ragged breathing was hot against my ear. I flinched, turning my head, and found myself looking into his flushed, feverish eyes.
“I’ll… I’ll go get someone.” I scrambled to my feet, but he grabbed my arm, his hand pressing mine against the fabric of his pants. Another ragged gasp escaped his lips. The sensation seemed to jolt him back to some semblance of consciousness.
“Thea,” he rasped.
I stared at him, stunned. I was shocked. The name he’d been muttering this whole time… was mine. Even in this state, he recognized me. But in my past life, why had Liam mistaken me for someone else? Or was it that, in his eyes, I was just someone to be used and discarded?
The thought filled me with a cold fury. I stepped forward, bent down, and tilted his chin up, forcing him to look at me. “Say it again. Who am I?”
The moment my hand touched his skin, I felt the searing heat. When I tried to pull away, he caught my hand, pressing it to his cheek and rubbing against it like a cat. His gaze drifted from my lips to my eyes, finally meeting mine.
“Thea,” he breathed. “Help me.”

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