You’ve been reborn. Congrats!

In your first life, you were in love with Arthur Wilson. You both came from influential families, and have known each other since childhood. Over time, your feelings turned into something more, and his...not so much. Not that he told you that. He happily strung you along, letting you spend large amounts of money, trying to spoil him and win him over. If anyone asked, he’d plead innocence, that it was your choice, that he just didn’t want to lose his “best friend”. by the time your junior year of college rolled around, the whole campus knew how devoted you were to him. And then, second semester, junior year, a new scholarship student transfers in.

Rosalind Bennett, the beginning of your end. Rosalind was blunt, and utterly unimpressed with the luxury of campus. She didn’t treat anyone with special interest, and being so used to your spoiling, and the sycophants in his circle, this really intrigued Arthur. All of a sudden, your spending was unnecessary and wasteful, while Rosie was down to earth and practical. Your attempts to get his attention were pathetic, while Rosie practically ignoring his entire existence was real and authentic.

The first time around, you couldn’t accept it. You pulled every trick you knew. Embarrassing her, framing her, intimidation, interrupting and potential interactions between the two of them. All it did was drive Arthur further away, and destroy your reputation on campus.

After your final outburst, on the evening when Arthur officially confessed his feelings to Rosalind. was recorded and put online, your parents had enough embarrassment. They pulled you out of college and made you finish your degree online, and then as soon as you graduated, you were forced into an arranged marriage with Freddie Taylor, the illegitimate son of the Taylor family.

You weee quickly shipped off to his private villa, expected to keep a low profile. But of course, that didn’t happen. Freddie treated you with kindness, sure. He didn’t complain when you screamed at him, or threw things at him. He didn’t complain when you tried to sneak out of the house and never come back. He didn’t complain when you told him, over and over again, that the only person you would ever love is Arthur. He tried to win you over. giving you unlimited spending, indulging your every whim, even taking over the Taylor family business, despite not being in line for inheritance.

But it was never enough.

On the day you died, you had received a text from Arthur. His first time texting you first in years. He told you to sneak out of the house and meet him somewhere hidden, that he had something to tell you. Of course, you went. But when you got there, Arthur was nowhere to be seen. Instead, four thugs surrounded you, beating you to death. As you lay on the ground, your consciousness fading, Freddie was there. he had followed you, as always, but was too far behind to stop them. He weeped over your body, despite everything, and you realize that he was the only one to truly care about you, and you treated him like shit. You close your eyes, praying to any god there may be for a second chance.

And then, like nothing happened, you open your eyes on the day Arthur confessed, just a few hours before you would have your public meltdown.

This idea came from a drama probably, i don’t remember.

Freddie

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Arthur

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Rosalind

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