At twenty-seven, I met the girl I'd loved from afar in high school again.
By a twist of fate, we became coworkers.
She accompanied our boss to upscale banquets and high-society parties, discovering a world she'd never seen before.
Her bare face gave way to an exquisitely made-up one.
One day, with tears streaking her makeup, she asked if I would marry her.
I agreed without a second thought.
Three years into our marriage, we had a son and a daughter, and our life was blissful.
Then one day, our boss's wife died in a car accident, and the girl I'd loved asked me for a divorce!
A paternity test revealed that neither child was mine. In a single night, I lost my wife and children, and I leaped from the eighteenth floor.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at twenty-seven. The girl I'd loved was crying pitifully as she asked if I would marry her.
