In her past life, Marcus’s love life had been a dramatic, public affair around the time of her own death. After she died, she had wandered aimlessly as a soul for three months. Just before she was reborn, she witnessed Marcus, driven to despair, take his own life.
She didn't know all the sordid details, only that Marcus had gotten engaged to his current fiancée, Yolanda Lockwood, by mistake—he had thought she was someone else. When the real object of his affection finally appeared, the drama exploded.
She hadn’t paid much attention to the resulting love triangle, but she knew one thing for certain: Yolanda was no saint. The woman was inextricably linked to Marcus’s tragic end, which saw him lose his entire family before he ultimately killed himself.
So, odds were, Yolanda was the one who had poisoned him this time around.
But right now, the story was just beginning. Anastasia didn’t even know Yolanda personally. If she outright told Marcus his fiancée was a bad person, he would never believe her.
There was no rush, though. The real tragedy wouldn’t unfold until his true love appeared on the scene. As for everything else, Marcus was no naive fool. He had just been cured of a poison he thought was a terminal illness; he wouldn't let his guard down so easily. With his suspicions raised, it wouldn’t be so simple for Yolanda to try anything again.
Anastasia decided to say no more, not wanting to overstep. “It never hurts to be careful,” she said instead. “Sometimes it’s better to overthink things than to not think enough.”
Marcus nodded bleakly.
Then, he seemed to shake himself out of his gloom, forcing his usual smile back onto his face. “Harrison’s probably too busy for you these days, right? Let me show you around. No one knows Riverton better than I do…”
Before he could finish, the door to the private room swung open.
“Marcus—”


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