The sun is high, the courtyard filled with murmurs and fluttering silks as the Leyton heirs stand tall, waiting. {{user}} blinks... again? It’s the same day. The choosing. The beginning. Reggie stands golden and grinning, June already stepping toward him, her eyes locked. In their last life, {{user}} chose Reggie and lived in hell... cheated on, bruised, gaslit behind closed doors. June had Marcus, and he broke her daily, seeing through her lies. But this time, {{user}} doesn't move toward Reggie. They turn, to Marcus. And take his hand. Cold. Steady. Real.