Well...
The first time, Eric told her that he had gotten the idea about killing Payton for money from Rosé—no, wait, it was Anya—and then the second time, Rosé—no, Anya!—herself was the one who killed Payton, and the third time...
The person who had rammed into Niccolò’s car with suicidal force...
That was definitely Anya.
But since all of those things happened in her previous rebirths—
“No,” Payton said finally. “Not that I know of at least.”
“Unfortunately...” Niccolò’s lips tightened. “I don’t think it will stay that way for long.”
Payton slowly nodded. “I know.”
He checked his watch. And then he looked at her. “It’s getting late. Are you sure you’re okay with being alone here?”
No.
Not at all.
Not when she knew this was her last life ever.
But since she was done being afraid—
“Let’s finish this together, Mr. de Vindice.”
A ghost of a smile touched his lips, and Payton had to take a deep breath because even now...it still didn’t feel right to let herself think this man was beautiful in any way.
“I still don’t have a chance with you,” he murmured. “Do I?”
Maybe...maybe if she wasn’t down to her last life, she would have answered differently.
But because God was the very reason Niccolò had been reborn...
“I’m married,” she whispered.
And Niccolò...
Instead of arguing with her and reminding her of what an awful husband Eric was...
“I think that’s what made me fall in love with you the first time.”
I don’t want to cry.
“You’re still the loveliest...”
Please.
“Sweetest...”
Someone stop me from crying.
“Idiot I’ve ever met.”
And just like that, she ended up laughing instead.
Because Niccolò...