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I jumped into the ocean to save Preston Gale. After giving him CPR in front of everyone, the wedding that was meant for my cousin, Roxanne Shaw, somehow ended up being mine. On our wedding night, he'd rather drink himself into oblivion than spend a single moment with me. I was naive enough to hope that persistence would make him notice me. Three years later, Roxanne returned home holding a child who looked so much like Preston that my chest froze for a second. It was only then that I realized, while I spent that wedding night alone, he had been with her. "Rox, I know I've put you through hell these past few years. I'll make it right. I'll make sure Lexi gives you back your place as Mrs. Gale." I told him I was pregnant, too, hoping it would make even the slightest difference, but it didn't. He just looked at me coldly and told me to get rid of it. Then, he forced me onto an operating table, ending both of our lives in one brutal moment. When I woke up again, I was back on the day Preston fell into the sea. Drenched from head to toe, he was sprawled on the ground. I shouted Roxanne's name into the crowd, my voice cracking with panic. … Preston forced his eyes open, coughing up seawater, his voice rough. "Get away from me." When he finally saw the person in front of him, he froze. "Rox? Why are you here?" He looked around and spotted me off to the side, just as drenched as he was. In my past life, I had jumped in without a second thought and saved him with everything I had. However, the moment he woke up, he pushed me away like I was something filthy. Disgust was written all over his face. He had someone bring him towels and water. Then, right in front of everyone, he rinsed his mouth and wiped his lips like I'd contaminated him. However, now… Roxanne kneeled beside him, her expression a mix of worry and shy hesitation. She brushed her fingers over her lips, pretending she didn't know what to say. Preston understood instantly. He didn't say a word. He s
