The Day I Proposed and Walked Away

"After eight years together, I took a hit for my surgeon boyfriend.Milton Woodard vowed I could ask for anything.Everyone assumed I'd seize the chance to propose, locking him down for good.Instead, I looked him in the eye and said, "Let's break up."Then I walked away without a backward glance.Milton smirked, betting with his buddies that I'd come crawling back in under three days, calling me a desperate lapdog chasing his attention.He was dead wrong because I'd been reborn.In my last life, I proposed to him and won.Overwhelmed by the news, his first love threw herself off a rooftop and killed herself.Milton unleashed his grief-fueled rage on me.On our wedding night, he slashed my face and locked me in a dank, claustrophobic basement.When I got pregnant, he force-fed me supplements until the baby grew too big for me to deliver.I hemorrhaged, torn apart, and died in agony on the birthing table.Now, reborn on the day I saved his life, I was done playing his fool."