That tenth time, I'd still walked away clutching my heartbreak, too afraid to interrupt their "treatment."
It wasn't until after I died, when my spirit refused to leave, that I finally saw the messages between Mamie and her doctor:
"I've been taking allergy medication this whole time. Oliver doesn't suspect a thing. Once I've seduced him completely and he can't live without me, that idiot Bernice Barnes will have no choice but to step aside."
Now, all I wanted was to slap her across the face and kick Oliver down a flight of stairs so he could feel what it was like to have every bone in his body shatter.
And what I wanted, I did.
I walked straight up to Mamie and cracked my palm across her face so hard that five finger-shaped welts bloomed on her cheek.
"Going to put on a show again? Trust me, you were a much better actress in my dreams."
They both froze on the bed. In every past life, I'd been the one who turned scarlet and fled in a blind panic.
Three seconds passed. Then Oliver's roar hit me like a shockwave.
"Bernice Barnes, have you lost your mind? Mamie is a patient! How could you hit her?"