My engagement party was supposed to be the happiest day of my life.
My fiancé, Ethan, announced he had a $100,000 down payment for our dream house, all real cash.
Then, his mother dramatically collapsed, feigning a heart attack, and Ethan immediately demanded my $50,000 paramedic bonus for her emergency surgery.
But I knew this wasn't real. I'd lived this day before.
Last time, I believed him, handed over my money, and watched as his elaborate scam unfolded.
They framed my father with fake texts demanding more money, stressing him into a fatal heart attack.
  I lost everything-my father, my reputation, battled crushing debt, and in my despair, ended my own life.
But by some miracle, I woke up, back in my bed, just before the party.
I had a second chance. This time, I wouldn' t be the naive victim.
As Ethan pleaded, a perfect picture of terror for the crowd, I just looked him dead in the eye and said,  "No." 
Forget the money. I had a camera phone, a past life's bitter knowledge, and a plan to expose every single one of their lies, save my dad, and utterly destroy them.