LOGINThe next day, Noah drove Rach straight to the mall, well aware of exactly what it took to calm her temper. Shopping was her only remedy—spending lavish amounts, picking out the finest things, it was the only thing that could wipe the storm off her face. He’d grown used to this, had learned every quirk of hers over the years, though he couldn’t help but draw quiet comparisons in his mind. Selin… Selin had been soft-spoken, gentle, and patient her temper was as calm as still water, never once did she raise her voice or demand anything from him. But this was the life Noah had chosen, wasn’t it? And so, he let Rach cling tightly to his arm, let her drag him from store to store, pretending not to notice the way her nails dug into his sleeve like she was claiming ownership.Then, from a distance, Selin saw them.She had come here alone, looking for a suitable gift for Fabi, her fiancé— a quiet, peaceful errand that had turned into a nightmare the moment her eyes landed on Noah. There he w
The very next day, Alicia gathered her closest confidante and spilled every last detail she’d learned Noah had officially reopened the investigation into Selin’s death. The news sent Alicia into a blazing fury, and she ranted nonstop to her favorite daughter-in-law, pouring out every ounce of her frustration. But what she thought would be shared anger turned into something far more volatile—Rach erupted in rage.She slammed her palm down so hard on the table that the delicate teacups rattled, then grabbed a porcelain vase and hurled it against the wall. It shattered into tiny shards, scattering across the floor like broken memories.“Selin!” Rach screamed, her teeth gritted so hard they ached. “Even dead, you still won’t let us live in peace, will you? You haunt us at every turn!”Alicia rushed over and wrapped her arms around her, patting her back in what looked like comfort, but felt more like fuel to the fire. “She’s gone, Rach. Six feet under and rotting away—there’s no point
A heavy, suffocating silence hung over the Miller family’s grand living room, thick enough to weigh down every breath drawn within its walls. The elderly matriarch’s face had drained of all color the moment the news reached her—her long-lost grandson, the boy she’d spent years longing to welcome home, had formally severed all ties with the Miller name, disowning every drop of blood that ran through their shared lineage. A sharp pain seized her chest, and she clutched at her heart as if to hold together the pieces of a family already crumbling apart, tears spilling freely down her wrinkled cheeks.“How wretched is this family… this is nothing but retribution,” she whispered, her voice cracking with grief and remorse. “All these years, we turned our backs on my precious granddaughter-in-law, treated her like she was worth nothing at all. And now? Our own flesh and blood wants nothing to do with us. This is the price we pay for our cruelty.”A sharp, cold hiss cut through her words, m
The next day, Fabi sat alone in his office, his mind tangled in a storm of thoughts he could not untangle. He stared blankly at the papers spread across his desk, yet he saw none of them every corner of his mind was filled with the truth he had unearthed—he had found his biological parents. And that truth brought him no joy, only a heavy, aching weight in his chest.Selin stepped softly inside, and the moment she laid eyes on him, her brow furrowed with worry. He was far too quiet, still as a statue, lost so deep in his own head he didn’t even notice her presence. She stepped closer, snapping her fingers gently just inches from his face, pulling him abruptly back to the present.“Love… what’s wrong?” Her voice was soft, thick with concern, as she leaned in to look into his eyes.“Nothing.” He breathed out a long, weary sigh, the word falling flat and hollow.She reached out, covering his cold hands with hers, her touch warm and steady. “Don’t lie to me. I know you—something is eat
The other day, Clyde stood before Selin, the air in her private study heavy with cold, electric anticipation. He had come exactly as ordered, to report every single detail of his meetings with Noah Miller. But he brought far more than just words hidden in his pocket, he carried a secret recording of every conversation, every glance, every shift of expression that crossed Noah’s face—captured silently, carefully, so that Selin could see for herself exactly what was unfolding.As Selin listened and watched, her lips curled into a slow, satisfied smile. She saw it all Noah’s desperation, his worn and haggard face, the way his eyes lit up with fragile, desperate hope every time Clyde fed him a new clue—every small, carefully placed hint that made him believe she might still be alive, that the woman he threw away was still out there, waiting to be found. This was exactly what she had planned from the very beginning. This was her revenge. Every flicker of hope in Noah’s eyes was justic
The next day, Ranz delivered exactly what Selin had ordered Noah Miller’s trusted private investigator, Clyde, dragged into a derelict, abandoned factory on the edge of the city—far from prying eyes, far from any place that would recognize the name Miller or Sever. Clyde had refused every offer, every bribe, every threat to turn sides he was loyal, stubborn, and convinced he served the truth. But loyalty meant nothing to Selin now—not when truth was a weapon she alone would wield.“Boss, this one’s made of stone,” Ranz said, shoving the man forward so hard he stumbled. “Threatened him, offered him twice what Noah pays… he wouldn’t bend. Said he works only for the truth, and for Mr. Miller.”Selin stepped out from the shadows, her silhouette sharp against the faint light filtering through broken windows. She lifted one hand, signaling Ranz and the guards to fall back, her smile slow, cold, and terrifying—the smile of a woman who had died once, and come back worse than before.“Let me
Selin stood before the mirror, smoothing the silk of her elegant white dress. It was a shroud of peace and purity—a silent, sartorial farewell to a life that had never truly belonged to her. Tonight, she wasn't just leaving a house she was orchestrating her own disappearance.Her phone buzzed again
The confrontation happened in the cold, gray light of the morning. Selin stood in the center of the living room, her shadow long and thin against the floor.“Noah,” she said, her voice a hauntingly calm thread in the silence. “If I asked for a divorce... would you sign the papers?”Noah’s eyes da
Fabi straightened his tie, the silk feeling like a noose as he caught Selin’s gaze. She was curled over a book, seemingly oblivious, yet the air between them hummed. She hasn’t changed, he thought, his pulse quickening. “Those same haunting eyes, that midnight hair... she is still the Selin I lo
Wednesday, 9:45 PMSelin slid behind the wheel of her car, every detail of her plan in place—she was ready to disappear. She rammed the vehicle into a gnarled, rundown tree, then doused it with gasoline. From the trunk, she dragged out a fake body dressed in her favorite dress, slipping on the rin







