I Died Three Times. The Third Time, I Sat Up

"I died three times.

The first time, their betrayal killed me. While I lay in a coma, my fiancé and my best friend drained my bank accounts and transferred my properties to themselves.

The second time, I died before I could get my revenge.

The third time, I lay inside a casket and listened to him cry over an empty box that was supposed to hold my last belongings.

He thought I was dead. He thought he'd gotten away with everything.

I opened my eyes. Climbed out. And pressed a button.

Gold streamers rained down on his tears.

""Keep your life,"" I said. ""Just give me back my money.""