The Godfather’s Twenty Year Dream Was Her Chapter 03

The Godfather’s Twenty Year Dream Was Her Chapter 03

My stomach dropped. I quickly sat up straight, and for a split second, it felt like I’d gotten caught cheating.

Then I snapped out of it.

Wait a minute. Even if I hadn’t reincarnated, I was already divorced. Why was I panicking?

My confidence returned. I twisted around to get the note back.

I shot him a look, but he completely ignored me.

We were still in class, so I had no choice but to drop it.

When the bell rang, I was gathering my things when a tall figure stepped beside my desk.

“Let’s go.” It was Alistair.

I didn’t move, and irritation flickered across his eyes.

“You want that junk food or not? Make it quick. Pick one. I need to get back to studying.”

I pressed my lips together. “That note wasn’t for you.”

Alistair’s annoyance deepened. “Sera, stop being so childish. Just because I didn’t vote for you yesterday, you’re acting out like this?”

The memories were hazy after all these years, and the rebirth shock had pushed them to the back of my mind.

That was the debate team national qualifier. Beatrix and I were both on the team, competing for the school’s spot.

Alistair was the debate club president, so his vote was the deciding factor.

I’d assumed he’d pick me—we’d grown up side by side. But he’d voted for Beatrix without hesitation.

I’d confronted him, furious. He’d stayed perfectly rational.

“Beatrix is the principal’s daughter. She’s guaranteed to compete for the school.”

“This vote’s just for show. Did you really think my vote mattered that much?”

“Even if I voted for you, they’d find some excuse to replace you later.”

“So why burn bridges with the principal? I’m just playing politics.”

That was always Alistair. Smart, logical, instantly weighing every outcome and picking whatever benefited him most.

It was true for that debate team vote.

After graduation, when he’d talked me out of my PhD and convinced me to work at his company.

After we’d married, when he’d wanted a baby and told me to quit my job and stay home to try to conceive.

Back then I’d been blind, mistaking his selfishness for brilliance. Resentful every time, yet giving in every single time.

Not anymore.

I was about to reply when a lazy voice cut in. “Crane, what are you talking to my girlfriend about?”

I looked up. Rafael sauntered over from the back row.

He must’ve just woken up. His hair was a messy bird’s nest, and there was a sleeve crease pressed into his cheek.

Honestly, some heir he was.

Alistair had always looked down on rich kids born into family fortunes.

He looked at Rafael, smiling without warmth. “Girlfriend? Sera was just joking. You actually believed her?”

Rafael slung an arm over my shoulder. “Oh I believed her. I’m dead serious.”

Alistair clenched his jaw tight. “You confessed to Sera because you lost a hockey game. She’s not someone you just toy with on a dare.”

They stood facing each other, tension thick between them.

I refused to let Alistair’s mood get to me. I stepped forward and looped my arm through Rafael’s, whining playfully, “Stop stalling. I’m starving.”

Alistair watched me walk straight to Rafael, staring in utter disbelief.