I died the day my husband forced the doctors to take our baby from my womb. I thought I’d never love again after losing my ex-boyfriend to a heart attack. But fate gave me a second chance. I married the man I adored, a billionaire named Maxwell. Just when I was about to share the joyful news of my pregnancy, I caught him getting cozy with my best friend, Morgana. Worse, he believed her lies: I was a drug addict. The truth? I was battling a severe mental illness triggered by my ex’s death. I needed medication to cope, but Maxwell never cared to understand. He refused to believe a word I said. They locked me away in a private rehab clinic. But that place wasn’t for healing, it was a trap. Morgana used it to cut me off from Maxwell and torment me without consequence. And just when I thought things couldn’t get worse… Maxwell signed off on a surgery to take my baby. I lay on that cold operating table, tears streaming down my face, and died in the fire that followed—broken, betrayed, and alone. But I never expected to wake up again. This time, I have a new life. A new family. And even one of my children survived. Maxwell, Morgana—this time, I’m coming back. And you’re both going to pay.
View MoreMaxwell’s POVI was tired of sitting around at home.My ankle had healed perfectly. Only the shoulder remained a thorn in my side.The pain had dulled, but moving it was still a hassle. It would take two more weeks until the bone healed, and a bit more time until the tissues healed themselves. At least the amount of plastered bandages would be gone in a couple of weeks.I could only ask for small mercies these days.Now that Morgana was out of the equation and I was out of commission from work, I needed someone new to fill her place.I had immediately asked my assistant to give me new portfolios and set up interviews, which I had been taking from home for the past couple of days.There were many young graduates who were enthusiastic to work with the company, but I was looking for someone more experienced who could handle all the work Morgana was doing.However, I had realized one thing.I had given Morgana too much power over the company and clients. She was doing too much at once, ap
Regina’s POVIt was way past midnight when I opened the door to Alexander’s study after seeing the light open through the crack under the door.Mia was soundly asleep in her bed. She wanted to have a sleepover with Ivan again, but a part of me wasn’t ready to let her stay at the Chamberlain estate. The reason I hadn’t asked Maxwell to send Ivan was because, well, I had thought Maxwell might get lonely now that his house was all but empty.“You’re still working?” I said softly, stepping inside and pulling the door shut behind me. “Most people call it a night when the clock strikes twelve.”Alexander looked up, his sharp blue eyes softening when he saw me. “You should be asleep yourself, Regina. You’ve only just gone back to the office. The last thing you need is another sleepless night.”I shrugged, drawing the silk robe tighter around me. “Sleep feels… distant. My mind doesn’t seem to want to cooperate these days.”He leaned back in his chair, studying me for a moment, then gestured t
Regina’s POVThere was work to be done.I had taken ten days off from work after Mia and Ivan had been kidnapped.I hadn’t been able to find it in me to return to my regular life after having my world turned upside down.Well, here I was now.The walls seemed too gray, the plants at the windowsill were dry, browning at the edges.I kept noticing these small details to distract myself from what was going on in my head.No, I’m not going there.I took a file out from the growing pile of clients and started reading through the pages. There was a lot to be done. I had a lot of ongoing clients and on top of that, we were signing new ones every day, some projects belonging to small and family-owned businesses, while others were top-notch tech companies wanting to integrate my approach in their new buildings.The work gave me a distraction, something to do.But these days, I have been finding it more and more difficult to concentrate.That damn letter just wouldn’t leave my mind.I hadn’t me
Sandra’s POVThe beeping of the room had become background noise by now, I barely even noticed it anymore.I sat beside Leonard’s bed, the same sterile smell of antiseptic making nausea creeps up the back of my throat. I pushed it back down like I always did.Ten years. Ten long years since he had slipped into silence, and still I came here every week to talk to him, to remind myself that I wasn’t entirely alone in seeing what was happening to our family.A car accident had taken Leonard, my husband and Leonard’s father away from us. Everyone had given up and forgotten about him. Even Maxwell, who had not once step foot inside the room in our house I had transformed into a private hospital room so Leonard could be comfortable at home.Everyone had forgotten him except for me.“You should have seen him, Leonard,” I whispered, folding my hands tightly in my lap. “Our son, your son, barking at me like some… some rabid dog. For what? For taking Ivan out of that woman’s house?”The word “w
Maxwell’s POVRelief flooded through me when Regina believed my words.I honestly didn’t think that she would.Regina had surprised me.The fact that she was here was a surprise in itself.I couldn’t help but remember the last time she had been here.It had been her birthday.Something tore inside my chest.I had let her go on the day of her birthday.We didn’t even celebrate.Morgana had come over, she had shown me the video, the receipts of money transfers, and the pills.Thinking back on it, that was a truly well-orchestrated act.I was stupid to fall into it back then, and I was stupid to have fallen for it over and over again over the past half a decade.I wished Regina didn’t remember that day.But the tightness around her mouth and the stiffness of her shoulders and spine gave her away.She didn’t show it, but inside she was panicking.When she asked me about the divorce, I didn’t know what to say.When I asked Jonathan that I didn’t want to anymore, I didn’t even think for a s
Regina’s POVMaxwell nodded once, then jerked his chin towards the hallway. “We should talk somewhere the children can’t hear.”A part of me wanted to resist, to tell him there was nothing left to say that hadn’t already been dragged through court filings and heated arguments.But another part, the mother in me, the one who still aches every time I hear my children laugh after what they’ve been through, nodded.We walked into the living room, and it felt like stepping into a memory that clawed at my skin. The couches were still there.The same beige, tufted set I had picked out from the glossy pages of a catalog when I first moved in. I could still remember circling them in pen, feeling an absurd little spark of pride at making the house a home. Back then, it felt like building something. A future.Now they mocked me. Every cushion, every fabric thread whispered: You thought you belonged here.We sat opposite each other, an invisible field stretched between us. My body ached from the
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