Reborn: I Made My Best Friend Marry My Husband

Adrian’s POV“Sir, Mrs. Amara Williams is dead.”The words hit me like a hammer to the chest. My assistant’s voice trembled slightly, as if he knew no human words could soften the blow. I felt my knees weaken. The world around me blurred, though nothing physically moved.“What?!” I managed to gasp, my voice barely audible. “That can’t be true. What do you mean?”“She’s gone, sir. Her husband and her best friend claim she committed suicide because she couldn’t fight her illness any longer.”I froze. My heart thudded violently in my chest. No. No. Amara would never, ever do that. She was stubborn, fierce, and brave. That tiny spark in her eyes—the one that had always defied every obstacle—would never simply vanish. My stomach churned. My fists clenched so tightly that my nails dug into my palms, drawing tiny streams of blood.“Something is wrong,” I said through gritted teeth, my voice trembling with anger I could barely control. “Get me everything about them—both of them—immediately.”

Adrian's POV I walked out of my office, the weight of everything from the past still pressing heavily on my shoulders. As I reached the cafeteria, my eyes immediately landed on Damian and Lily.A sudden, violent urge rose inside me to rush forward and beat the living daylight out of Damian, and the woman beside him. My fists clenched instinctively, knuckles white, but before I could even take a step, something made me stop.Amara.God… she was beautiful. Absolutely radiant. She walked with a lightness that made it seem as if she barely touched the floor. Her hair gleamed in the soft morning light, and that dazzling smile so bright, so effortless made my chest tighten. She looked… healthy. Alive. And despite all the betrayal she had endured, there was an aura around her that was untouchable.I wanted, desperately, to walk over and warn her. To tell her she was going to die five years from now at the hands of the two people she trusted most. But I stayed frozen, caught between awe and

Amara’s POVOur ride home was quiet. I didn’t have anything to say, and honestly, I wasn’t sure I wanted to. I pulled out my phone and started scrolling through some reels, trying to distract myself from the fluttering feeling in my chest.“Where do you live?” he asked calmly, his deep voice cutting through the silence. It was so steady, so controlled, that I felt like I could listen to it forever.Get a hold of yourself, Amara, I scolded silently.“Just down this street,” I replied, keeping my voice casual. When we arrived, I thanked him and went inside. The moment I shut the door behind me, the quiet of my apartment welcomed me like a soft blanket. I took a long shower, letting the warm water wash away the tension of the day, then sank into the couch in the living room. Finally, I had time to think about everything that was happening.How did I get here? I had no idea how I ended up back in this life, back with a second chance. Part of me was happy I should be but it still felt st

Lily's POV I went to print some documents, trying my best to focus on the task in front of me, but my mind kept wandering back to Amara and the way she always carried herself this morning like she was better than everyone else, and by the time I finished and returned to the office, the sight in front of me immediately ruined whatever little calm I had managed to build. Damian was already there, standing so close to her, leaning slightly as he spoke, his voice filled with admiration as he showered her with praises like she was the only woman that existed in his world, and for a moment I just stood there watching them, feeling something ugly and unbearable rise slowly inside my chest. “Ooh honey, you look fine, you look so beautiful,” he said, his eyes fixed on her in a way that made my stomach tighten painfully, and what annoyed me the most was not just what he was saying, but that it wasn't directed at me. This witch really thinks she’s better than me, I thought bitterly, my

Amara’s POV “Miss Amara, the team leader wants to speak with you,” one of my colleagues informed me, and I slowly lifted my head from my desk, slightly surprised because I wasn’t expecting to be called, especially not at that moment when everything seemed to be going smoothly.I stood up, straightened my clothes out of habit, and made my way to Mr. Lucas’s office, wondering what it could be about, but the moment I got there and pushed the door open, I froze slightly in place because Isabella was standing there, and for a brief second, I was genuinely stunned since I hadn’t expected to see her there at all.I shifted my gaze to Mr. Lucas, giving him a confused look as my brows furrowed slightly.“Isabella, meet your supervisor,” he said casually, as if this was something completely normal, but I remained speechless for a moment because nothing about this felt expected.“I don’t understand,” I finally said, my voice calm but filled with confusion as I tried to process what was happenin