His 18-Year-Old Ghost Hunts His Cheating Future Self
Language: en
The day Jace broke my legs for his sweetheart, I swallowed a full bottle of sleeping pills. As my consciousness faded, I clutched the old train ticket from when we eloped. Then I saw him. Jace. But he was eighteen again. "Does it hurt? I'm gonna kill that bastard!" Eighteen-year-old Jace, the hot-tempered gangster, wiped at my tears, furious. He held a blood-stained steel pipe, pure menace rolling off him. "Tell me. Who did this to you?" My gaze caught on the familiar scar above his brow. Trembling, I pointed at the news report on the TV, where the billionaire Jace Thorne stood in a…