Jealousy is like a weed: once it sprouts, it
takes over everything.
I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that
the man I’d loved for years had someone else
in his heart.
So, at my graduation party, I spiked Danny’s
drink.
I snuck him out of there and dragged him
back to my place.
Danny lost all control and pulled me to the
bedroom the second we walked through the
door.
His kisses went from my lips to my stomach,
spreading over every inch of me.
I was hyped, but also terrified.
I didn’t just want to get him, I also wanted my
sister to walk in on the scene.
That way, Danny would have to marry me.
But that’s when I had my epiphany.
My brain flashed forward to a vision of the
く
future.
Danny would think he’d just screwed up while
drunk. Feeling obliged, he’d marry me.
But before long, he’d find out the truth and
hate my guts. Life would be hell.
Then, during one of our fights, he’d push me
down the stairs, leaving me paralyzed.
My sister would never marry and then she’d
die in an accident while traveling.
The day my sister kicked the bucket, Danny
would go out of his mind.
He’d leave me, sick and alone, to die in my
bed.
That’s when I learned this whole thing was a
tragedy novel.
Because of my jealousy, everyone would lose,
and no one would get a happy ending.
