Three years into my relationship with Harry Henson, I quietly posted something online:

"I think I want to get married."

What I didn't expect was the flood of comments from people who claimed to be from three years in the future, all of them begging me to stop:

"Are you talking about marrying Harry Henson? Don't. Whatever you do, don't!"

"Sarah James, wake up. Harry's been sleeping with your best friend, Leonora Simmons, for ages."

I frowned. My first thought was that my followers were messing with me.

Harry was my childhood sweetheart. Things had always been good between us, more than twenty years and barely a single fight.

And Leonora was my closest friend. We told each other everything. She'd even complained more than once about how quiet and withdrawn Harry was, said she could never fall for a man like that.

I almost laughed out loud and was about to close the post when Andy, one of my most devoted fans, sent me a message:

"Sis, everything we're saying is true. You can't marry Harry. He'll destroy you."

A second later she sent me a string of news headlines from three years out. Black text on white, every word cutting straight to the bone:

【SHOCKING: Beauty Influencer Sarah James's Husband Caught in Affair. Star Sinks Into Heartbreak, Diagnosed With Severe Depression!】

【Sarah James Suffers Three Miscarriages. The Mastermind Behind It All: Longtime Best Friend Leonora Simmons!】

【Sarah James Left Physically and Emotionally Shattered, Permanently Unable to Conceive.】

……

Reading those headlines, something turned over hard inside me, and still some stubborn part of me refused to believe any of it.

A few seconds passed before I managed to type:

"Andy, are you in on this little prank too?"

Harry had once been willing to give his life for me. How could he ever betray me?

Andy replied almost instantly:

"Sis, I've followed you since the day you started posting online. I want you happy more than anyone. Why would I ever do that to you?"

She paused. Then a new message popped up:

"It's May 30th where you are, right? If I'm remembering correctly, today's the day Harry plans to propose to you."

"And today is the day your nightmare begins."

A cold thread of doubt wound through me.

Harry was proposing today? I didn't even know that. So how could Andy?

Unless everything she'd said was real.

I was still turning it over when my phone buzzed with another message. This one from my dear friend Leonora:

"Sarah, are you ready? I'm waiting downstairs."

I stared at the screen, my head a tangled mess.

After a moment, I decided to go down and see for myself.

Maybe it was everything Andy had said, but from the first glance I caught of Leonora, something felt off.

She had a smile fixed on her face. "Sarah," she said, "I promise. Today is going to be the most unforgettable day of your life."

I smiled back, but my eyes drifted, almost on their own, to the necklace at her throat.

That necklace. I'd thought it looked familiar before.

Harry had one almost exactly like it. I'd even joked once, asking the two of them whether they'd bought a matching set.

They'd both called it a coincidence at the time, so I'd let it go.

But looking at it now, no matter how I looked at it, it didn't sit right.

"It's just dinner, isn't it?" I asked lightly. "How unforgettable can it be?"

Leonora blinked, her smile sly and secretive. "Oh, you'll see when we get there."

She took my arm and pulled me forward, and the unease in my chest only grew heavier.

At the restaurant entrance, the doors had barely opened when streamers burst overhead with a loud pop, raining down all over me.

"Surprise!"

The whole room shouted it at once.

Harry Henson stood in the center, a ring in his hand, and dropped to one knee.

"Sarah. Marry me."

Everyone around me was clapping, cheering, but inside my skull there was only a long, white ringing.

It was all happening exactly the way Andy had said it would.

Harry's affair was real. Leonora causing my three miscarriages was real. The severe depression, the lifetime of infertility, all of it real.

I stood where I was, nailed in place, my arms and legs gone cold.

My friends started egging me on.

"Sarah's so happy she short-circuited—look at her face, hahaha!"

"Come on, snap out of it."

Out of nowhere Leonora came toward me holding a glass of wine.

"Have a sip. Clear your head."

Then my phone began buzzing wildly in my bag.

I looked down. A message from Andy.

"Sarah, I just remembered!"

"Three years ago today was your first miscarriage. Whatever you do, don't drink!"

I looked at the glass, and without a second of hesitation, I drank it down in one go.

The instant the wine slid down my throat, a vicious cramp twisted through my belly.

A moment later something warm ran down the inside of my thigh.

My vision blurred, and all I could hear was a roar of screaming.

"Sarah's bleeding—she's bleeding so much."

In the last second before I went under, I heard Harry's voice.

"Sarah, what's wrong? Call 911, somebody call 911!"

I think I dreamed.

In the dream I saw the Sarah James of three years from now.

Eyes red, she was screaming the question at Harry.

"Why would you do this to me?"

Harry had his arm around Leonora's shoulders. He gave a small scoff.

"Sarah, all men are like this. Be a good girl, do as you're told, and your place as Mrs. Henson is still yours."

The same face I knew so well. But that smile on it was so foreign it set me shaking.

Then I heard Harry's voice again, sounding completely different.

"Sarah, wake up, please. Don't scare me. This is my fault... I'm sorry..."

And right after it, Leonora's voice.

"What? Feeling sorry for her now?"

"Didn't I tell you not to touch Sarah?"

My eyes flew open, and Harry and Leonora were standing face to face, both of them looking grim.

They noticed I was awake almost at the same instant.

Leonora was the quickest.

The moment our eyes met, hers went red.

"I'm so sorry, Sarah, this is all my fault, all of it.

"If I'd known you were pregnant, I never would have handed you that wine."

I looked at her for a long moment before I spoke.

"It's fine."

After all, it had been my own choice.

I drank that glass to cut every tie between Harry and me.

But even braced for it, even knowing all of it was my own choice, it still hurt as if someone had carved a living piece out of me.

I turned my head away. I didn't want them to see the red rimming my eyes.

The room went quiet for a few seconds.

Leonora seemed to want to say something, hesitated, and finally spoke.

"Sarah, there's something. I know now isn't the time to tell you, but we're best friends, so I decided you should hear it."

"It's... I'm pregnant. You're going to be a godmother."

Before I could get a word out, Harry's head snapped around, his voice shooting up.

"You're pregnant?"

Something detonated in my ears, a sharp crack that didn't belong to the room.

It took me a long moment to steady myself. Then I gave a cold smile and turned to Harry Henson.

"Leonora's pregnant. Why are you the one losing it? Don't tell me the baby's yours."

The hospital room went dead silent.

Harry froze.

He looked at me, and the smile he forced was a fraction off.

"How could it be? I just thought it was... unexpected."

I didn't bother answering. I only turned, slowly, to Leonora.

"So when are you finally going to bring this boyfriend of yours around for me to meet?"

I'd always known Leonora had a boyfriend.

From the first time she mentioned him, I'd offered to vet him myself.

She was my best friend. I genuinely wanted her to find the man who'd make her happy.

But every time, he was away on business, or buried in some project at a make-or-break stage.

From start to finish, I never once laid eyes on this so-called boyfriend.

The thought pulled a thin, bitter smile out of me.

Right. Her boyfriend really was a busy man.

Busy juggling two women, busy switching between two identities without missing a beat, busy making sure I never found out he existed.

Leonora dropped her eyes and, without thinking, glanced at Harry.

The instant their eyes met, Harry was the first to look away.

"If he's willing... I'll definitely bring him to meet you."

I closed my eyes. I had no patience left for the way the two of them kept stealing those furtive looks.

"You should both head back. I want to sleep for a while."

The moment the door shut, the room was finally mine alone.

I opened my eyes and picked up the phone from the nightstand. The screen was full of messages from Andy.

"Sis, are you okay?

"You didn't drink that glass of wine, did you?"

"Why aren't you answering?"

"Don't tell me... you said yes to Harry Henson's proposal?"

I stared at the screen and slowly typed out a few words.

"I didn't accept his proposal. I cut every tie with him for good."

Andy's reply came almost instantly.

"Then what's your plan now, sis?"

I leaned back against the pillow and thought about it, eyes on the ceiling.

"Let's talk once I've recovered."

Through those days in the hospital, Harry showed up at my door without fail, every single day, soup in hand.

"Sarah, I made this myself. Drink a little more."

He said it so naturally that it threw me, as if none of it had ever happened.

I looked at his face, and suddenly I was eighteen again.

That was the year my father lost at the tables and buried himself in debt.

When the men he owed came pounding on the door, my father dropped to his knees, his shaking hand pointing at me.

"I really can't pay. I'll give her to you instead. Will that do?"

I remember standing in the corner, shaking all over.

They laughed and grabbed my arms and dragged me toward the door, their nails sinking into my flesh until the tears spilled from the pain.

And just when I thought it was all over, Harry came bursting in with a butcher's cleaver.

He was still a thin slip of a boy then, but he planted himself in front of me, stubborn as anything, blade leveled at the men, and roared,

"You touch her and see what happens."

The men stared for a beat, then burst out laughing.

"Kid, who the hell do you think you are?"

Then the fists came down, the clubs came down, all of it raining over his head.

I was thrown aside, my mind still catching up to what was happening, when I saw Harry clawing his way across the floor toward me, throwing his whole body over mine to cover me.