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In my last life, I stopped Lola Lynn before she could replace the police department's wanted notice with a love letter to my husband. I reported her. She got fired. Then she got drunk and died. My husband, Leon Cross, blamed me for her death. When a criminal took me hostage, Leon deliberately provoked the man to kill me. His exact words: "Jade, you owed Lola. Time to pay with your life." Now I've been given a second chance. This time, I watched Lola switch out the wanted notice. I did nothing. She looked right at me and smirked. "I want the whole world to know. Leon and I are in love." "You can keep his body, Jade. But you'll never have his heart." I smiled back at these two fools. They have no idea they're walking straight into their own destruction. Chapter 1 A murder case. City-wide manhunt. Wanted notices everywhere. Lola Lynn, our department intern, secretly swapped the official wanted notice with a love letter she wrote to my husband, Detective Leon Cross. The internet exploded. "Are you kidding me? Turning a wanted notice into a love confession?" "This is beyond unprofessional!" "Abuse of power! Gross negligence!" "Isn't that detective married? She's going after a married man!" "I heard his wife is the chief medical examiner. Girl, take them both down!" Leon got suspended. I watched it all happen. Silent. Unmoving. Because in my last life, I caught Lola before she could do it. I stopped her. Reported her. Got her fired. She couldn't handle the fallout. Went on a drunken rant and fell into the river. Drowned. Leon blamed me for everything. Months later, a suspect grabbed me as a hostage. Leon didn't try to save me. He pushed the man over the edge. Made sure the knife went in deep. I died feeling the blade tear through my chest. My spirit hovered above, watching. Leon's face had no grief. Only relief. Satisfaction. "You killed Lola over a stupid love letter, Jade. You couldn't just let it go." "You took her life. Now yours is the payment." He turned my ashes into fireworks and set them off at Lola's grave. I couldn't rest. I wouldn't rest. Then I opened my eyes. I was back. One year earlier. Sitting in the same task force meeting. Same room. Same faces. The "September 27th Homicide" case. A college girl jogging at night. Dragged into the park. Assaulted. Murdered. Public outrage. Media frenzy. The chief wanted answers now. Leon looked exhausted. Bloodshot eyes. Voice hoarse from too many sleepless nights. No cameras near the scene. Almost nothing to go on. Finally, a car's dashcam caught a blurry figure. Grainy. Unclear. But it was something. Leon was going over the wanted notice details. "Male suspect. Age thirty-five to forty-five." "Walks with left foot slightly turned inward. Medium stride. Fast pace." "Black hoodie. Dark blue work pants..." "Five thousand dollar reward for information leading to arrest..." He spoke slowly. Carefully. Then turned to Lola, who was taking notes. "Lola. Did you get all that? This wanted notice is critical. Every single word has to be exact." Lola was fresh out of school. Still an intern. "Got it, Chief!" She practically purred. "Your voice is so deep and sexy. I could listen to you all day." "Honestly? Your voice could make a girl pregnant." Right there. In front of me. His wife. She was flirting with my husband like I was invisible. "Enough. Go post it online. Now." Leon's tone was scolding, but his eyes? Soft. Indulgent. That was the problem. He let her get away with everything. And she just got bolder and bolder. "Yes, sir!" Lola bounced toward the tech room. As she passed me, she raised one eyebrow. A tiny, smug victory dance. Just like last time. Last life, I followed her to the tech room to add something about the suspect's shoes. I caught her deleting the suspect description and typing out her little crush confession. I was furious. I stopped her immediately. Saved the department from humiliation. Saved Leon's career. I did the right thing. For the law. For my marriage. And Lola? She drank herself to death out of shame. That was on her, not me. But Leon couldn't see that. He only saw that I "destroyed" his precious Lola. So this time? I stayed in my seat. Let her do her worst. I glanced at Leon's profile. Go ahead, Leon. Your storm is coming. After Lola left, the meeting continued. Leon held up my autopsy report. "Dr. Stone. Based on the wound patterns, can we identify the murder weapon?" We always kept it professional at work. "Dr. Stone." "Detective Cross." Clear boundaries. Except when Lola was around. Then all his principles went out the window. I knew my report by heart. "The wound edges are jagged, serrated. Likely a butcher knife or boning knife." Leon nodded. "So our suspect probably works as a butcher or a chef. That's our priority demographic." He started assigning officers to canvass the area. Lola swept back in. Before I even saw her, I smelled her. Heavy perfume. Clouds of it. Most female officers don't wear perfume. Especially not in forensics. It interferes with evidence. With the bodies. But Lola? Full makeup. Tight uniform shirt. Black stockings. Heels. She looked like she was going to a club, not a homicide briefing. Leon's tired eyes lit up the second he saw her. Disgusting. Thinking with what's in his pants. Brain completely offline. "Lola. Is the wanted notice live?" She beamed like she'd won the lottery. "All done, Leon! Want to check your phone and see?" He waved his hand. "No need. I trust you." She smiled even wider. Then pulled out a huge bag of lattes and pastries. "You've all been working so hard! My treat!" The team swarmed her. Everyone loved Lola. She threw money around. Bought affection. Plus Leon favored her. So she was the team princess. "Leon, I brought you some supplements from home. You look exhausted and it breaks my heart." She handed him the box, then shot a pointed look my way. "Unlike some people who can't even take care of their own husband. So neglectful." Always chipping away at our marriage. In my old life, I would've snapped back. Now? I just kept reading the case file. Like I didn't hear a thing. That case haunted me. In my last life, we never solved it. The victim's parents cried every day. It was a stain on every cop in this city. If I got a second chance at life, I wasn't just going to save myself. I was going to solve this murder. Let the victim rest. Give her family peace. Lola wanted a reaction. She wanted me to lose it. To scream. To cry. When I just sat there, blank-faced, she got annoyed. She wiggled over to me, holding a latte. "Dr. Stone. I got you one too. No ice. I know you older ladies can't handle cold drinks like us young girls can." Another jab. Right to my face. Leon shifted uncomfortably. He opened his mouth but closed it. Couldn't bring himself to scold his little pet. I still didn't react. "No thanks. I don't drink sweet stuff." Lola's hand froze mid-air. Her eyes went wet like I'd slapped her. "Dr. Stone... did I do something wrong? Why won't you take it?" Leon jumped in immediately. "Jade. She was just being nice. Don't be so difficult." "We're all on the same team here. Try to get along." With Leon backing her, Lola pushed harder. She tried to shove the cup into my hands. "Come on, Dr. Stone. Just take it." Her back was to everyone. Only I could see the nasty glint in her eyes. "Oops!" She tipped the cup. The hot latte spilled all over her own hand. Instant waterworks. "Ow! It burns!" Leon rushed over. Grabbed her hand. Blew on it softly. "It's red! Does it hurt? Should we go to the ER?" Lola sobbed harder. "I... I'm okay... it just hurts so much..." Leon whirled on me, furious. "Jade! What the hell is wrong with you?" "This is workplace bullying! Apologize. Now." "Being my wife doesn't give you special rights!" The others crowded around, taking Lola's side. "Dr. Stone, even if you don't like her, you can't just hurt her." "She's just a kid." I ignored them all. Looked straight at Leon. "Detective Cross. You remember I'm your wife? That you're a married man?" "Because I was starting to think you'd forgotten." "Or do you not understand what being married means? Are you a child too?" "And special treatment? The only one getting that here is Lola, with her fishnets and stilettos." Leon's face went red. "Don't change the subject. We're talking about you assaulting a coworker!" "I never touched her or that cup. Want to dust it for prints? I'm a forensic scientist, Leon. You can't frame me." Lola's face went pale. She forgot where she was. A police station. Evidence matters. She cried louder. "Leon... I... I must've spilled it myself... I was just so scared because Dr. Stone was glaring at me. She looked so mean." "She works with dead bodies all day. Everyone knows women who touch corpses carry bad energy. Bad luck. They can't have kids. Or if they do, they die in childbirth. Their husbands get cursed too..." She couldn't frame me, so she switched to curses. Vile. Disgusting. She wasn't just insulting me. She was spitting on my entire profession. Forensic pathologists. We're the ones who stand over cold steel tables, pulling skin cells from under a victim's fingernails. We find the poison traces in decomposing tissue. We match wound patterns to weapons. We make killers' methods impossible to hide. We don't touch "bad energy." We give the dead their last voice. We face corpses. But we protect the living. Innocent people walk free because of our reports. Victims' families get justice because of our findings. My hands have worked on dismembered bodies. Bloated remains. And they are clean. In my world, the dead don't lie. Only the living do. Hell isn't underground. It walks around in people like Lola Lynn. She can have my husband. He's rotten anyway. I don't want him anymore. But she will not disrespect my life's work. SMACK. I slapped her. Hard. "Watch your filthy mouth, Lola." Her perfect cheek went red. Behind her tears, I saw it. That tiny flicker of triumph. I'd finally reacted. She got what she wanted. But she kept up the act, sobbing louder. "Leon!" "Dr. Stone hates me! What did I ever do to her?" She had the nerve to play victim. Leon charged in like a guard dog. Pulled Lola into his arms. Shoved me back. "Jade, have you lost your mind? You're acting like an animal!" "An animal?" I laughed coldly. "You're a cop, Leon. You know what forensic pathologists do." "And you just let her say those things? You're going to defend that?" "You're going down, Leon. Not because of me. Because of her." Leon's jaw clenched. He knew what Lola said was wrong. But he couldn't admit it. Not when it meant scolding his favorite toy. "You're overreacting. Lola's just a straightforward girl. She speaks her mind. What trouble could she possibly cause?" Before I could answer, one of the officers gasped at his phone. He stared at the screen. Rubbed his eyes. Looked again. His voice shook. "Detective Cross! The department website! The wanted notice... something's wrong!" Leon frowned. "Wrong how? A typo?" He grabbed the phone. His face went gray. I pulled out my own phone. Opened the page. Instead of a suspect description, there it was. "Leon, I know you're married. But I can't stop thinking about you." "Every time I watch you hunt down criminals, you're just so hot." "I'll wait for you forever. Even if I have to stay in the shadows." "Your little kitten, Lola." Same words as last time. Every comma. Every period. I looked at my husband, frozen in place. Let's see you talk your way out of this one, Leon.

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