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Vivian Shaw and I were each other's bane for years. The moment the car crash struck, we locked eyes, exchanging one final, venomous wish: that we should never, ever cross paths in another life. She resented me for using our marriage as a trap, an anchor that cost her the chance to pursue her studies as a jewelry designer. I despised her for perpetually pining for her first love, a devotion so complete she refused to give me a child. Consumed by this mutual hatred, we returned to the past. We spotted each other in the crowd, exchanged a single, knowing look, and, without a moment of hesitation, turned our backs and walked away from one another. Our next meeting came eight years later at a charity gala. Glamorously dressed, Vivian instantly spotted the disheveled me across the room.