That Fateful Night

My real name is Ida Valcur.

The greatest warrior to have ever walked the ground of Nairevisnia. A land full of magic and traitors..

My life was abruptly put to an end by my previous fiancé in Nairevisinia.

Not only is fate cruel, but brutally ironic.

I thought I was given a second chance at life, only to awaken in this weak body in a whole other world.

A body of a woman who suffered a similar death as I.

Upon waking up, I was bombarded with family members staring at me with sullen faces and memories from the previous owner to this body.

Her name was Talia Sheppard, her family has always been incredibly wealthy, could afford the best things and the best schools. What I gather from her memories on the night she died, she made the unfortunate discovery of finding her fiancé cheating on her on their anniversary.

She made sure everything was perfect, her fiancé hadn't been in the best of moods lately and wanted to make sure that night was extra special.

The fragrant smell of a cooked a 5 course meal drifted through the place. She adorned their shared apartment with beautiful decorations, and had candles scattered around to give a romantic ambiance.

Only to have her perfect evening ruined by her piece of shit fiancé.

He had forgotten to lock the door to his office when she went to go pick him up from work.

The image of a half naked woman sitting on her soon-to-be husbands lap was seared into her mind now.

Her rage wasn't beautiful, she screamed and she cried. She ran out of the office with all the employees staring at her. Majority of them felt sorry for her, and had known about the affair for months. Yet none of them spoke up to tell her (not that she would believe them anyways).

With hot tears streaming down her face, she raced through the freezing streets on a winter night. Poor thing ran all the way back to their shared living space only to have all the cheesy decorations rubbed into her face.

Tearing them down, screaming until her throat was raw, she found sanctuary in her bathroom.

What a joke.

Her tear stained face was just staring back at her from the mirror.

Studying her reflection she began poking and prodding her appearance apart.

She obviously wasn't enough for him.

But she spent her whole life pinning and manipulating herself into believing he was the one. She burned bridges and cut people out of her life who tried to tell her otherwise. She had complete faith in him, she brainwashed herself.

The worst part of it?

He didn't even try to run after her.

No calls.

In fact, when she caught them, he made eye contact with her as if he wanted her to see. He smirked. There was no remorse in his eyes.

Her blood just began to boil, but what was she to do now?

Her family completely cut her off. Her only friends were his friends too, she couldn't go to them.

She didn't have money to move out.

But what did she have?

She had pills.

'At least my death won't be painful' she thought to herself while she swallowed fist fulls of disgusting chalky sleeping pills.

In her final moments she decided that she wanted to take a nice hot bath as she drifted off to a permanent sleep. She got in with her clothes on, she hasn't eaten so the pills began to take affect very quickly.

By the time her supposed fiancé decided to show up it was already too late.