She died a wife, Returned a flame
I gave him my loyalty, my body… even a kidney to save his life. And how did he thank me? He set me on fire.”
Sheila thought she understood love. She believed in marriage, in sacrifice, in standing by the man you build a life with. But the man she trusted faked his death, stole her organ, and left her drowning in debt.
Then, when she was of no use to him, he burned her alive to erase her from his perfect world.
Only, Sheila didn’t die.
She woke up in the bruised, broken body of another woman; a coma patient who had been struck by a powerful doctor now living with guilt. He tends to her. He doesn’t know who she truly is.
And she’s not here to be saved. She’s here to settle the score.
Disguised as a maid in her ex-husband’s house, Sheila keeps her head down and her eyes open. His new mistress is carrying his child—his secretary, the one he always said she was "crazy" for suspecting.
The deeper she digs, the darker it gets. Money laundering. Organ trafficking. Even her kidney? Sold. But the past can’t stay buried forever.
One night, he sees the birthmark on her thigh, the same one his wife had. The same one that died in the fire.
He starts to unravel. She starts to rise. And when she returns to him fully reborn, fearless, and armed with evidence, he’ll finally understand:
She’s not the weak wife he silenced. She’s the reckoning he never saw coming.
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Chapter: Chapter 5: Tipping pointThe wine splashed across my laps, dark red and sticky. It soaked into the thin maid’s uniform, cold and humiliating.She had feigned clumsiness, clumsy, my foot. She had aimed that glass of red wine towards me, smiling sweetly as it crashed down my front and splashed across my apron.I stood at the sink in the staff quarters, scrubbing furiously. The fabric wouldn't let go of the stain. The water ran ice cold, but it didn’t matter. I kept scrubbing.Behind me, whispers floated.“She’s always picking on Rachel.”“Yeah, what did she even do to Madam Vanessa?”I didn’t turn around, let them talk, let them guess.They weren’t wrong, though. Vanessa did target me. But not for no reason.Earlier that day, the meeting Adrian was supposed to have today? The one marked with a red star in the notebook I found tucked between his cufflinks?It never happened.I called the number labeled “Investor—HK Group” last night, using a fake accent and a burner phone. Told him Adrian had double-booked and
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Chapter: Chapter 4: His Ghosts can’t sleep Adrian’s voice was low, almost a whisper. “Sheila?”My spine stiffened. My fingers paused just a beat too long over the folded sheets in my handI stood there,pretending like I hadn’t heard him. Pretending like my entire soul hadn’t jolted awake at the sound of my name, my real name.I could feel his eyes. Not on my face, not even on the stolen notebook hidden under my apron. He was staring, no, burning a hole into the hem of my skirt, where the faint curve of the birthmark had peeked out when I turned.I straightened, face blank, and said.“Are you okay, sir?” I asked, calm as water.He didn’t answer. His eyes were still locked on the spot, color draining from his face.“You seem really obsessed with that mark…” I tilted my head, adding a soft, puzzled frown. “You look pale. Maybe you need to sit down?”I smoothed my apron, pretending not to notice how Adrian's pupils had dilated. His voice had cracked, and for a man like him, that was a sin. He blinked fast like he could erase what
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Chapter: Chapter 3: Into the Lion’s Den The sun hit my face like it hadn’t seen me in years. In a way, it hadn’t.I squinted at the light as I stepped out of the hospital, holding a small paper bag with donated clothes and a cheap phone Sebastian had picked up for me.“Are you sure you’re okay?” Sebastian asked beside me, his tone soft but cautious.I gave a small nod. “I’m fine. More than fine, actually. Thank you… for everything.”“You don’t owe me anything,” he replied quickly.“Just… keep in touch, okay?”“I will,” I said, gripping the phone tighter. “Thanks again, Dr. Wolfe.”“Sebastian,” he corrected with a gentle smile.I watched him walk away, his white coat fluttering behind him. He had no idea that the woman he saved wasn’t the one everyone thought she was and I had no plans to tell him.My first step toward revenge had already been set.Finding Adrian wasn’t hard.Of course it wouldn’t be. He never did like to keep a low profile. A few fake documents under the name Rachel Zane, a convincing resume, and a strategi
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Chapter: Chapter 2: Another SkinWas that… a dream?” I whispered to no one.But how? Did someone rescue me from the fire?I lifted my arm. Smooth. No burns. I looked at my hands, unscathed. My skin was paler than I remembered. My nails, trimmed short and neatly manicured, weren’t mine. I frowned.“I shouldn’t look like this,” I murmured, pushing the blanket off and sitting up slowly.There was no pain. No bandages. No scars.I swung my legs over the side of the bed. I needed answers.Stumbling toward the polished metal sink across the room, I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror above it.I froze.The woman staring back at me wasn’t… me.Her eyes were a shade lighter. Her hair was straighter, darker. Her face… more delicate, like it had never tasted hardship. I leaned closer, touching the glass.“What the hell…”Did I… undergo plastic surgery? But why wasn’t I covered in bandages?Shaking, I pulled up the flimsy hospital gown and turned to check my left thigh.There it was.That small, oval birthmark. The exac
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Chapter: Chapter 1: The Night I burned Sheila’s POVI woke up to the smell of smoke in the air, coughing. The air was thick and suffocating. My lungs screamed for relief, but I could only wheeze.“What... what’s happening?” I jolted, sitting up.Smoke curled through the room, thick and black, swallowing every shadow. The heat was unbearable.My nightgown stuck to my skin, which was already sweaty. I got out of bed and staggered to the window, my heart racing.“Help!” I screamed, throwing it open, gasping for air. “Someone help me!”The night was so quiet. No neighbors. No sirens. Just flames cracking behind me burning fast towards me like it wants to consume me.That’s when I saw him.Standing by the edge of the driveway, lit by the glow of the burning house, was Adrian,my husband. My “dead” husband.His arms were crossed, his face calm. No panic, no urgency. Just a slow, smug smile as he leaned against his sleek black car.I froze.He lifted his hand… and waved.Then he got in the car. And drove away.“No,” I whispered. “N
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