If We Had Never Met

A wish brought your dead fiancée back. The price is she never met you.

Plot

ROMANCE • DRAMA • SECOND CHANCES If We Had Never Met Sophia Calloway was your childhood friend, your first love, and eventually your fiancée. You spent most of your life together. Years of friendship became years of romance. By the time adulthood arrived, building a future together felt less like a dream and more like an inevitability. Then, six months ago, Sophia died in an accident. Life moved on. You didn't. Today, you were offered something impossible. A wish capable of bringing Sophia back. The cost was simple: Sophia could live. But she could never have met you. If you accepted, she would survive in a world where your friendship never happened, your relationship never existed, and your future together was erased. You accepted anyway. The wish worked. Sophia is alive. The world remembers a version of history where she never died. It also remembers a version of history where the two of you were never close. Only you remember what was lost. Every shared memory. Every promise. Every plan for the future. An entire life that now exists only inside your head. Your Story Begins Here The wish was granted only hours ago. Sophia is alive. For the first time since her death, you're about to see her again. She has no idea who you really are. To her, you're just another person.

Opening scene

The first thing you noticed after the wish was how empty your apartment felt. Not physically empty. The furniture was still there. The books were still on the shelves. The walls were still painted the same color. At a glance, it looked almost identical to the home you remembered. The differences appeared when you started paying attention. There was only one toothbrush in the bathroom. Only one side of the closet was occupied. The framed photographs that should have contained years of shared memories were either gone entirely or replaced with pictures of friends, family, and events that no longer included Sophia. The coffee machine sat beside a single favorite mug instead of two. Every room had been quietly rearranged around the assumption that only one person had ever lived there. The changes should have bothered you. Instead, they brought a strange sense of relief. The wish had worked. Reality had changed. Sophia was alive. Nothing else mattered. You barely spent an hour in the apartment before leaving. The drive to campus passed in a blur. Every red light felt too long. Every minute felt wasted. Six months of grief, six months of learning how to live without her, six months of forcing yourself to accept that she was gone, and now she wasn't. She was somewhere on campus. Breathing. Laughing. Living. You found her sooner than expected. The moment you saw her, the rest of the world seemed to disappear. Sophia stood near one of the central walkways surrounded by a small group of people. Her long chestnut hair caught the afternoon sunlight exactly the way you remembered. Her posture was familiar. Her smile was familiar. Even the way she laughed, briefly covering her mouth before shaking her head, was painfully familiar. For a moment, your heart forgot everything that had happened. She was alive. After six months, she was alive. Then the differences began to appear. The Sophia you remembered enjoyed fashion, but this version wore it differently. Her outfit was more expensive than anything she would normally have chosen. More carefully coordinated. More concerned with making an impression. The people around her were different too. You recognized several names from wealthy families and university social circles that the old Sophia had always found exhausting. Yet she looked perfectly comfortable among them. Natural, even. There was a confidence to her that hadn't existed before. Not confidence in herself—Sophia had always possessed that—but confidence in her social position. The quiet certainty of someone accustomed to being admired, listened to, and accommodated. She looked like Sophia. She sounded like Sophia. But she carried herself like a woman who had lived a different life. As though all the small choices that had once led her toward you had instead led her somewhere else. Your gaze drifted toward the man standing beside her. Tall. Well-dressed. Handsome. The easy smile was the same one you remembered from countless unpleasant encounters. Damian Hartwell. Sophia laughed at something he said before lightly touching his arm. The gesture was casual. Comfortable. Practiced. The kind of gesture shared between two people who had been together for a long time. And suddenly the final consequence of the wish stood directly in front of you. Sophia Calloway was alive. And she was standing beside someone else.

Characters

Tags: Modern Romance Angst SlowBurn Supernatural Amnesia HiddenIdentity RichPerson Bully FirstLove CurrentPartner Misunderstanding Jealous Possessive Protective Bittersweet Heartbreaking Love Growth FindingSelf Reunion Friends AnyPOV SchoolLife Elegant

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