I didn’t know how long I had been waiting when the door behind me suddenly opened. I turned around, eyes lighting up with hope. 

“Sebastian, you came.” 

But his expression was dark, stormy. He crossed the room in just a few quick steps, his eyes burning with anger. 

“Sienna, just because I didn’t take you home and went to see Gillian instead, you ran off to complain to my parents? Do you even realize what you’ve done? 

“They called her and tore into her over the phone. She got distracted, and while crossing the street, she was hit by a car. She’s bleeding out now, and she might die. Are you happy now?” 

… 

I froze where I stood. 

In my past life, Gillian had also died from massive blood loss after a car accident, because the blood bank didn’t have enough supply in time. 

If, before this, Sebastian’s cruelty had been limited to cold words and cutting remarks, after that day, it turned into real, burning hatred. 

But that hadn’t happened until a month after we got married. Why had it happened so much earlier this time? 

I had been wondering how I was going to fulfill Sebastian’s third regret. 

And now, fate had placed it right in front of me.