Chapter 2

I sat in the car, my hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, as memories from my past life flashed through my mind incessantly.

When I was with Jolene, I knew she had a childhood sweetheart named Fintan, whom she'd known since they were kids.

But over the years, Jolene had always been careful to maintain her distance, and they remained just good friends. I had let my guard down.

In my previous life, Fintan went on a business trip and left his pet dog, Bella, at home, entrusting Jolene to look after her.

However, Jolene had to go back to her hometown with her dad to visit her sick grandmother.

So the task of feeding the dog fell to me.

I had assumed that Fintan's dog would probably be something gentle like a Corgi or a Golden Retriever.

But when I got to his house and the door had barely opened a crack, it was suddenly forced wide open by a tremendous force, knocking me to the ground.

Before I could even get up, a massive pit bull was on top of me, its gaping maw tearing into me relentlessly.

I felt excruciating pain all over, as if the flesh was being ripped from my body. All I could do was scream and struggle desperately. Just as someone heard my cries for help, they rushed out with a kitchen knife and struck the dog's head.

The pit bull yelped in pain and loosened its grip. The Good Samaritan seized the opportunity to drag me into his home and called for an ambulance and the police.

Despite being slashed, the vicious dog was still full of energy, barking madly at the entrance of the building. The paramedics didn't dare to come up.

In the end, the police had to shoot it dead, and I was taken to the hospital.

The beast had bitten off a large chunk of flesh from my face, leaving a horrifying depression.

Even my fingers were bitten off and swallowed by the ferocious dog, beyond any hope of repair.

Before I could go settle scores with Fintan, he showed up at my door himself.

"Chase, I'm so sorry. I really don't know why Bella attacked you. She's usually so obedient," he sobbed, kneeling at my hospital bedside.

Jolene followed closely behind, yanking Fintan off the floor and shielding him behind her. She frowned at me:

"You must have fed the dog wrong and pissed Bella off. Fintan's been so guilt-ridden he can't eat or sleep properly since he found out you were hurt. Don't be petty and hold it against him."

Then, in a condescending tone, she informed me: "Even though you're disfigured now, I won't abandon you." Jolene glared at me, angry that I hadn't listened to her. She whipped out a mirror and shoved it in my face. "Look at yourself, you monster. Who else would want you besides me? If you keep acting unreasonable, we're through!"

Staring at the hideous face in the mirror, my heart sank to rock bottom. I'd researched online - even with reconstructive surgery, a gash this big would leave scars. I'd never look the same again.

After that, I smashed every mirror in the house and became a shut-in.

Eventually, I fell into severe depression. I climbed to the top of a high-rise and jumped.

After I died, my spirit drifted to Jolene's side. I watched her embrace Fintan.

When they heard the news of my death, both of their faces lit up with satisfied smiles.

Fintan even said, "Babe, you're so clever. Having me starve Bella for a few days beforehand was genius. I thought that beast would maul him to death, but the bastard was tougher than we expected."

"Now that he's finally dead, we can be together openly."

Only then did I realize this whole thing had been their plan all along.

I swore to myself, if I ever got a second chance, I'd make those two pay with their lives! Little did I know that the heavens had heard my plea, truly granting me a chance.

If that's the case, I'll make damn sure those heartless bastards rot in hell.