"Previous life?" Xavier's heart jolted, though he forced out a laugh. "Wendy, what happened to you after disappearing for four years? Did you join some spiritual retreat or something? No matter what you're like, I'll still love you."
Wendy cut him off coldly. "In your dream, my body was crushed beneath a blue cargo truck. Every bone shattered. I bled to death with my eyes open. And the truck's license plate was…"
She recited the number.
Xavier froze. That was impossible.
He had never told anyone about the nightmare that had haunted him for four years. How could Wendy know every detail?
"The wedding photos really were AI-generated," she said calmly, as if speaking of someone else's life. "I made them myself."
Shock flooded Xavier's face, dread crawling down his spine. "Why?"
"Because
