Chapter 3 Who's Randor

If fate was giving her a second chance, then she would seize it-tight.

This time, everyone who had ever hurt her in her past life would pay.

None of them would walk away unscathed.

A cold smile tugged at Donna's lips as she slowly rose to her feet.

While still basking in the euphoria of being reborn, her mind already swarming with a thousand revenge plots, the door to the hospital room swung open.

A man she didn't recognize stepped in. The moment his eyes landed on her, a flicker of disdain passed through them.

"Awake already? What kind of stunt are you pulling this time?"

"Hurting yourself just to get admitted and see me-don't you find that tiresome?"

He checked his watch with a lazy air and said flatly,

"I can spare you five minutes, max. Say whatever you need to say-fast."

Then, under Donna's stunned gaze, he let out a cold snort.

"Still not talking? What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?"

Donna tilted her head, staring at the man in confusion.

Handsome-yes. But not her type.

There was something about his eyes-charming, but laced with fleeting emotion. A glance told her he was the kind of man who couldn't stay faithful.

His thin lips hinted at a heartless nature.

And the undercut hairstyle?

Absolutely not.

It was her least favorite style.

Who the hell was he?

And how dare he act like she was the one bothering him?

She hadn't even had the chance to be annoyed that he barged in uninvited!

Donna curled her lip in disdain. She was never one to play nice-and the arrogance radiating off this man quickly wore her patience thin.

"Who are you? Barging in here and spouting nonsense-have we even met?"

Her voice dripped with annoyance as she shot him a glare, clearly uninterested in entertaining him any further.

The expression on her face visibly caught Randor off guard, but he recovered quickly, brushing it off with practiced indifference.

"What now? Faking amnesia too?" he sneered.

"Bonnie, I've told you time and time again-cut the cheap tricks. They're just a waste of my time."

He didn't stop there.

"By the way, Fallon's been sick lately. She's not feeling well, so I'll be staying at her place for the next few days to take care of her."

His voice was calm, but his words carried a quiet threat.

"Don't go whining to my parents trying to stir up trouble. It'll only make me hate you more."

Donna let out a sharp, incredulous laugh.

"Excuse me? What the hell are you even talking about? Who the hell is Fallon?"

"And if you're sick, go see a doctor. Don't come in here rambling and giving me a headache."

"Ugly and annoying-honestly, do you not hear yourself clucking on like a d*mn hen? Get lost."

She jabbed a finger toward the door, her voice cold and contemptuous. Randor's words had spun her head, a pounding sensation building at her temples. She wanted him gone-now.

Her indifferent, cutting attitude clearly struck a nerve.

Randor's face twisted into a scowl, a cold laugh escaping his lips as his temper flared.

"Alright then. Well done, Bonnie. You've got the nerve to throw me out?"

"Fine. Just remember-no matter how hard you beg later, I won't come back."

Randor spat out the words before storming out of the room, slamming the door so hard it ricocheted off the wall with a deafening bang.

Donna instinctively winced, her brows furrowing in irritation.

She slammed her hand on the table in frustration.

Was that man insane?

What a complete waste of her time-ranting like a lunatic.

Donna scoffed.

Begging? Please.

If she ever got on her knees, it would only be to beg him to get lost faster-

and to never show that ugly face of his in front of her again.

With a dismissive shrug, Donna rose from the bed and walked toward the mirror, suddenly curious to see what she looked like three years ago.

Since co-founding the company with that scumbag Andrew, she had all but stopped caring about her appearance.

Late nights, nonstop work-she'd thrown herself into the business like a machine, becoming such a workaholic that proper rest had become a luxury.

She had almost forgotten what it felt like to be beautiful.

Donna approached the mirror. But the moment her eyes met the reflection, she gasped and collapsed onto the floor in shock.

"No... No way..."

Her face went pale as she shook her head repeatedly, whispering in disbelief.

Whose face was this?

It wasn't hers.

Wide-eyed, she forced herself back to her feet, stepping up to the mirror again, trying to convince herself she had just seen wrong.

But no miracle came.

In the mirror was a beautiful girl with long, golden hair, large yet sharp eyes, a high nose bridge, and soft rosy lips. At the corner of her eye was a small, striking mole.

Donna stared blankly, reaching up to touch her face. The skin felt as smooth as cotton, leaving her stunned-she had no idea how to describe the whirlwind of emotions surging within her.

Her mind was blank.

Right at that moment, another girl burst in, clearly flustered and worried. When she saw Donna standing in front of the mirror, she let out a sigh of relief and rushed over.

"Bonnie, you're finally awake. You scared me to death!"

"How could you be so silly? After finding out that jerk Randor was cheating on you, you went three days without eating and passed out!"

"He's not going to regret anything just because you hurt yourself like this. Come on, pull yourself together..."

The girl spoke while shaking Donna's shoulders, trying to bring her back to her senses. Donna blinked, dazed by the sudden flood of information.

"What are you saying? Who's Randor? Who is he?"

Lily paused, reaching up to feel Donna's forehead with a baffled expression.

"Bonnie, are you okay? No fever... Did you starve yourself so badly you lost your memory?"

"Randor is your fiancé-you were head over heels for him! He just stormed out, slamming the door in anger, remember?"

"..."

Lily kept talking nonstop, while Donna quietly listened, trying to piece everything together.

She was Bonnie, the fiancée of Randor.

That same ugly guy with the undercut from earlier.

And she-was supposed to love Randor deeply.

So deeply, more than her own life.

Just the thought of it sent shivers down Donna's spine.

"This is insane. Absolutely insane..."

Donna muttered under her breath.

And then-

She was so shocked, she passed out.

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