When the hospital called, it took Rhys completely unprepared and like the missing link that leads to the light, she finally pieced together everything down, and boy did her guessing completely shattered the beautiful future she was still dreaming of moments before. What to say, for five whole weeks now, she was jumping on a little cloud imagining herself a rich little lady, how to face the reality that she was about to be a penniless nobody?
Of course, the hospital didn't say anything about taking away her goods, but they may have very well said so; rather, they let her know that her fiancé, Axel Vance, had an accident and was undergoing surgery, she was on the list of people to call, long story short, they needed her signature.
Fiancé.
Axel Vance.
Now, to understand the crisis the young woman was undergoing, you must first understand that, a little more than a month ago, Rhys didn't have a fiancé. Hell, she was still a bachelorette, on the eve of her 35th birthday, but her life stopped short due to a pulmonary disease that took her away in just four days. Closing her eyes with the memory of suffocating to death, she opened them once again in a perfectly fine body and the little plus she was fiercely joyous about: she got ten years younger. Now that was fantastic. At the time, checking herself from head to toe and finding no physical difference besides growing young again, she simply thought she was in a parallel universe; That the Sky took pity upon her and let her enjoy life a little; if not, why else would she wake up in a luxurious villa with closets filled to the brim with haute couture, pricy jewelry in every drawer, fine makeup with names she never even dare dream to have! The diamond-encrusted engagement ring on her finger did take her aback and she worried for like five seconds before throwing caution to the wind and enjoyed the feeling of being in a stable enough relationship to be engaged instead. Back then, before her hospital stay, she was too busy to have a social life let alone a boyfriend. If sickness didn't kill her, maybe overwork would have done so in a couple more years. Thus, the last serious relationship she had was back in University, and even then, struggling with part-time jobs and her degree, she didn't have much time left for him and he simply dumped her! Laying on her deathbed, it had been one of the things she did regret. Never having a family of her own, no one to go back to, and sometimes, at the peak of exhaustion, she simply slept in her office. Anyway, her home for her was simply a place to sleep with no one waiting for her so it made no difference whether she went back or not.
Thus, having a fiancé now was simply the icing on the cake! With God being so good to her, how could He have the heart to give her a lousy husband-to-be? The guy must certainly be fantastic! With that kind of crazy thinking, she started enjoying her newly gifted life. In other words, she started enjoying a lazy life filled with peaceful sleep. She was; for once; the own master of her time, waking up at ten and sleeping before nine. How wonderful!
First things first though, digging around, she got some clues about her current identity. The ID card said Rhys Miles. The name was the same as hers, which was quite agreeable and comforted her in her thinking that she really got a second chance in a parallel universe. Her phone was unlocked by her face so it was easy to access. All kinds of social apps were installed here and apparently, 'she' liked chatting a lot. Nonsense though. Mostly talking to girlfriends about gossips, wealthy trips, clothes, bags, who sleeps with who, who is bitching about who… Nothing quite practical. There was no information about any kind of job she might be doing –if she was even working. Something that she truthfully doubted seeing the time of the messages: this person was forever on her phone! Even now she had thousands of unread messages!
She tried ordering the different groups and looking into some names that were repeatedly coming to criss-cross who she could keep as friends and who should just be ignored for now… But really, going by the conversations, no one would do… for now at least. Forget it, she would judge when they would meet in real life –if they ever did.
After a couple of lazy days, she did get a bit restless. After all, for someone so busy to suddenly have nothing to do, when the novelty of it wore off, it does let one bored. However, she just wanted something to occupy her, not being busy to the point she lost freedom -anyway, there was no reason to slave herself into a corporation for money anymore- thus, with the computer she found in the room, she tried one thing she used to do back in her high school days: writing. She didn’t plan on being a best-seller or anything, just a hobby was fine. There wasn’t any urgent need for money. After all, the four bank cards she found amounted to twelve million, and she even had some shares of various companies; even though it seemed that a few of the company’s shares she possessed were useless now for it appeared that one of those companies went bankrupt a couple months ago when she looked it up. That aside, her situation was OK. The other companies were doing fine.
It wasn't that she didn't try to contact her fiancé meanwhile, but the contact address on her phone was not explicit enough, there were only names, no distinction, quite impossible to know which one was her fiancé, there weren't even any "Mom", "dad" or something. And there weren’t any intimate messages that could be interpreted as being part of lovers’ dialogues.
Being busy with her newfound hobby, she even forgot about it, until now, of course!
These days, some names on the TV did sound familiar, but she could never pinpoint from where. But with this call, everything just fell into place.
Damn.
It wasn’t that she transmigrate into a parallel universe, but rather into a freaking book! “Journey To Success” if memory served her right. Rhys Miles and Axel Vance. Weren’t these two annoying antagonists that refused to die like some kind of super cockroaches!
No kidding. What’s
this rotten mess!
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