Blake Cole Parker

My husband brought his mistress and their illegitimate son into our home. So I smiled, raised my glass, and offered them a toast. “Congratulations, Graham.” I turned to the other woman. “And to you, Miss Piper. You’ve finally earned the Lockwood heir a seat at the main table.” The room went dead silent. Graham blanched. He rushed to my side, hissing in my ear, “Ava, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” Nothing was wrong with me. I had simply seen the future—my future—while I lay unconscious after a fall from my horse. In my last life, I had screamed. I had cried. I had thrown this luncheon into chaos. And in the end, he had seized my family’s foundation, had my best friend crippled for testifying on my behalf, and staged my death as an accident, burning me alive. Now, I was awake. When I looked at his mistress weeping so delicately, all I felt was disgust. The sight of him shielding that mother and child, a clumsy, brutish tableau, made......

My husband brought his mistress and their illegitimate son into our home. So I smiled, raised my glass, and offered them a toast. “Congratulations, Graham.” I turned to the other woman. “And to you, Miss Piper. You’ve finally earned the Lockwood heir a seat at the main table.” The room went dead silent. Graham blanched. He rushed to my side, hissing in my ear, “Ava, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” Nothing was wrong with me. I had simply seen the future—my future—while I lay unconscious after a fall from my horse. In my last life, I had screamed. I had cried. I had thrown this luncheon into chaos. And in the end, he had seized my family’s foundation, had my best friend crippled for testifying on my behalf, and staged my death as an accident, burning me alive. Now, I was awake. When I looked at his mistress weeping so delicately, all I felt was disgust. The sight of him shielding that mother and child, a clumsy, brutish tableau, made......