LOGINFor five years, Silver Winters endured everything. The mistresses. The humiliation. The cold indifference of a husband who saw her as nothing more than a convenient trophy. All because she had saved his life and hence requested for a marriage as payment and due to his parents being traditionalists, they accepted the deal. Then came the night of the accident—the night Seris chose to save his best friend, a petite sick patient instead of his wife. Silver died in that icy river. *But she woke up five years earlier, on the morning of her wedding day.* *This time, she's not walking down the aisle.* This time, she's rewriting every rule.She is no longer the dumb princess who thought true love was everything and she was going to live happily ever after with her prince charming. She wasn't going to cling onto someone who never wanted her in the first place. *With the knowledge of five years of betrayal burned into her memory, Silver sets out to reclaim everything she lost: her career, her confidence, and her chance at real love.* *But her cold CEO husband seems... different this time.* *"Why didn't you marry me? This has been your childhood dream" Seris demands, cornering her at a business gala.* Silver smiles, unbothered. "I decided I'm worth more than being someone's doormat." As she builds her empire and attracts the attention of powerful new allies, Seris realizes what he lost. But Silver is already three steps ahead. And this time, she's the one holding all the cards.
View MoreChapter 9"I just think it's worth noting that—""Thank you, Theo," Kate said, with the weary grace of someone who had long since accepted that their youngest brother processed difficult situations by talking about them continuously until they lost meaning. "I agree. It was cold. Thank you."Theodore, gratified, returned to his potatoes.Their mother waited until the table had settled back into its careful quiet before saying, with the precision of someone who had chosen her moment: "He'll call, darling."Kate looked up."He always calls you," their mother continued. She reached across the table and covered Kate's hand with hers, briefly. "This isn't the end of anything. It's just a bad day. He'll get through it, and you'll be there when he's ready.""I know," Kate said."And perhaps," their mother added, with only the faintest emphasis, "when he does call, we might focus on being supportive rather than planning geological revenge scenarios."Across the table, four of Kate's brothers
Chapter 8Kate pulled her knees up to her chest, making herself smaller, a habit she'd had since childhood. "He's going to be so angry. Except he won't *look* angry. He'll just look like nothing, and that's always the worst part, when he looks like nothing—""He knows how to handle himself," Darius said."I know he does. I just—" Kate stopped. Pressed her lips together. "I texted with her this morning. She was so nice. She apologized for being distant, she said she wanted to be friends, she said—" A sound escaped Kate that was not quite a laugh and not quite something else. "She said I was a good person. While she was already planning to do this."The brothers absorbed this."Okay," David said, from his position in the doorway where he'd been leaning with the studied casualness of someone pretending he wasn't invested. "I'll allow that the texting-you-while-on-the-way-to-the-airport thing was genuinely unkind.""Thank you," Kate said, with great feeling."Or," Patrick offered—the four
Chapter 7"No," Darius agreed, keeping his voice very gentle. "He's probably not picking up for anyone right now.""But I'm not just anyone." The words came out small, surprised, like she hadn't quite expected to say them aloud. "I'm his—I'm me. I'm Kate. I'm the person he calls."The three brothers looked at each other again."He'll call when he's ready," Darius said. "He just needs—""He needs support! He needs someone to tell him that this isn't his fault, that she's the one who—" Kate stopped, something sharpening in her expression. She set the phone down, very deliberately, and then looked up. "She did this because of someone else.""...What?""There has to be a reason." Kate was pacing again, faster now, her bare feet barely registering on the carpet. "People don't just—normal people don't cancel their weddings on the morning of the ceremony because they changed their mind, that's not—there's a person. There's a man." She stopped. "Or a woman. I'm not making assumptions.""Katie
Chapter 6The Bridgerton family home was, by any reasonable measure, one of the quieter residences in the city's affluent north quarter. It had thick walls, sensible insulation, and neighbors who had long since learned to interpret unusual sounds from the property as simply "something the Bridgerton children were doing" and leave it at that.This had served the family well through six boisterous sons and one daughter who had, at various points in her life, decided to learn the violin, take up competitive fencing, and once—memorably—attempt to breed racing pigeons in the attic.None of those incidents had prepared the walls of Kate Bridgerton's bedroom for what happened after the Cathedral of Saint Catherine.The door slammed hard enough to shake the framed photographs on the hallway wall.Then came the sound of something hitting the floor—a crash, soft enough to be a pillow, followed immediately by something harder. A book, probably. Or possibly two.Then silence.Then the sound of Ka






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