When The Victim Rewrites Her Story

The air in the Wharton lecture hall was thick with ambition, the final presentation stretching before me, my future almost within reach.

Then, Liam, my childhood friend and the boy everyone expected me to marry, slid a folded note across the table that read: "Ava, will you bear all my failures for me?"

The moment my eyes registered the words, glowing, semi-transparent text, like a Twitch chat, materialized in my vision.

[LOL, the author is starting the 'Fate Swap' plotline.]