Finding Redemption In A Diary

Synopsis

For three years in the mental hospital, I kept a diary every single day. Once again, I wrote: [If you could go back to Christmas Eve three years ago, Bella Carter, don't say yes to Richard Blake's proposal.] As I finished the last word and was about to close the diary, familiar handwriting began to slowly emerge on the page, but not written by me. It read: [I'm Bella Carter. Who are you? I've already married Richard, and we're really happy.] My ears rang sharply, and my head throbbed as if it might split open. Happy? How could that even be possible? I hurriedly wrote down a reply: [On New Year's Eve, you'll see a notification on Richard's phone about a childcare allowance. He's been cheating on you, and he has a secret child.] A long time passed before the ink appeared again. When it did, it simply said: [Today is New Year's Eve.]