Liam hated when I was all over him.

He thought the scarf I knitted looked like trash, so I tossed it right in the garbage.

He said my cooking was disgusting, and I never made him a meal again.

He told me seeing my face made him unhappy, so that very night, I packed my bags and moved out of the house we were supposed to share after our wedding…

I was doing the opposite of what I did in my past life, distancing myself from him one step at a time.

Last time around, the daughter of their housekeeper jumped off the roof on our wedding day.

Liam blamed me for it, and we made each other miserable for years.

Eventually, he poisoned me, and I stabbed him to death.

This time, I just wanted to get away from him and have a peaceful life.

“What the hell are you doing?” Liam grumbled, rubbing his temples like I was giving him a headache.

“I'm not doing anything.”

It had been two months since I woke up with the memories of my past life.

I’d spent those two months doing exactly what Liam wanted – staying away from him.

Still, he was never happy.

Liam took a deep breath.

“Why didn’t you pick me up from O’Malley’s Bar tonight?”

“Didn’t you say you wanted me to leave you alone?”

I rolled my eyes.

He was so weird.

He’s got this thing against me, like I can never do right by him.

Liam stuttered, pointing at me.

He got so worked up that he slammed the door on his way out.

I didn’t care.

My order of Cajun shrimp had just arrived.

I happily started eating.

Liam hated when I ordered takeout, especially anything greasy or spicy.

I used to avoid it to please him.

But not anymore.

Dying once changes things. Love? Hate? Who cares?

I'm the kind of person who always settles scores.

In my past life, he tormented me, and I tormented him right back.

Online, we were known as the "Pure Hate" couple.

The shippers ate that up.

Our CP hashtag was at the top for a long time.

Around midnight, Liam stumbled back in, reeking of booze.

I blocked the doorway, pointing to a sign I’d put up on the door – “Liam and dogs, keep out!”

Liam sobered up real quick.

He pointed at me, his fingers shaking. He was mad as hell.

“Scarlett, what’s your problem?”

“You’re not welcome here.”

I crossed my arms, leaning against the doorframe.

This was my own little condo.

I moved out of the house our parents bought for us right after I came to.

He told me seeing me made him unhappy, so I left.

I even went to the Foster family home and started weeping, telling Liam's grandpa about how terrible he was.

Liam got a beating from his grandpa, but he didn’t learn his lesson.

Seeing I wasn't budging, he started clinging to my little condo.

He softened his voice. “Okay, fine, I admit I was out of line earlier. I shouldn't have snapped at you.”

I stared him down.

Did he really like me?

He acted the same way in my past life.

Whenever he made me angry, he would beg for forgiveness and do everything to please me.

One slap, one sweet candy.

Back then, I thought that was just how Liam showed affection.

I thought he was young and didn’t know how to treat someone he loved.

But he didn't act that way with Bethany.

He always looked after Bethany carefully.

I lowered my gaze.

When I looked up again, I wasn’t playing around anymore.

“I told you to get lost. Are you deaf?”

Liam was almost completely sober by this point.

He looked at me, unsure of what to do. “I… Okay, I'll go. Don't be mad.”

I pushed him out the door and slammed it shut.