LOGINWhen I opened my eyes, my sister Serena Shaw was kneeling in front of me, sobbing with a fruit knife pressed near her wrist. “Nora, I swear I didn’t mean it. I had too much to drink. I don’t even know how Lucas and I…” I almost laughed. Because I had seen this scene before. In my last life, Serena cried like a victim after sleeping with my fiancé, Lucas Arden. Everyone comforted her. Lucas married her to save her reputation. And I was pushed into a marriage with Graham West, Serena’s abandoned fiancé. Before the wedding, Lucas showed me my name tattooed on his wrist and promised he would only love me. I believed him. I wasted five years beside a husband who wanted my sister, waiting for a man who had married her. Then Serena died. I thought Lucas would finally come back to me. Instead, I found him at the funeral home, holding her photograph like he had lost the love of his life. “She was my wife,” he told me. “Let it go, Nora.” At my birthday party, Lucas and Graham fought over Serena on the rooftop. One had married her. One had never stopped wanting her. While they fought over her, I was shoved into traffic and died under the headlights. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the beginning. This time, I thought I was the only one who remembered. I was wrong. Lucas remembered. Graham remembered. And even with a second chance, both of them still chose Serena. This time, I would not be traded, chosen, or discarded. This time, I would build something none of them could take from me.
View MoreWithin twenty-four hours, the press reception was everywhere.The photos and documents were redacted, but that did not make the headlines kinder.Serena Shaw’s Perfect Image Collapses at AsterDx EventAffair, Fraud, and Family Betrayal Inside the Shaw ScandalDid Serena Shaw Steal Her Sister’s Company and Her Research?The story stayed online for days. Every gossip account, finance blog, and industry newsletter had its own version.My parents took Serena back to the Shaw house and kept her out of sight. My mother called twice. I did not answer. Then she sent a voice message, angry and humiliated, saying people at the club were whispering, my father had stopped taking calls, and the Shaw name had become a joke.I deleted it halfway through.I had work to do.With Vivian’s legal team applying pressure and the evidence from Plan B already in motion, the transfer documents were frozen, challenged, and reversed faster than anyone expected. Serena’s claim collapsed. Lucas’s media threats bec
Callum Hale arrived when the room had already fallen into chaos.He came in through a side entrance in a charcoal suit, his hair perfect and his expression still carrying the irritation of a man pulled away from a meeting he thought mattered. Then he saw the screen, and the impatience disappeared.His own face was still there, frozen beside Serena’s.Vivian did not give him time to recover. She walked toward him, removed her wedding ring, and dropped it into his champagne glass.The sound was small, but everyone heard it.“Callum,” she said, her voice cutting through the cameras and whispers, “my attorneys filed this morning.”His face shifted from shock to panic, then to calculation. He looked around the ballroom, taking in the reporters, the phones, the investors, and the society wives watching with open hunger, and in that instant he made his choice.He turned toward Serena.“She pursued me,” he said sharply. “She knew exactly what she was doing. She came after me for access, money,
The screen moved to the next file.This one was different. Not a hotel lobby, not a payment trail, not another timestamped elevator shot. It was a cropped still from a private residence camera, redacted by attorneys but unmistakable in what mattered.On the nightstand behind Serena sat a framed wedding photograph.Callum Hale and his wife, Vivian Kane.Callum Hale.Real estate heir. Media darling. Husband to one of the most powerful women in Manhattan.And very much not Lucas Arden.Reporters surged forward. Cameras flashed so quickly the ballroom looked lit by lightning.Serena backed up, her heel crunching over broken glass.I looked at her and thought of my last life.Back then, everyone said Serena had died in a car accident. Lucas mourned her for years. Graham fought him at my birthday party because he believed Lucas had failed her.No one knew the truth.After I came back, I spent months digging: travel records, shell accounts, gallery invitations, hotel reservations, unexplained
Three days after Serena announced she had “taken over” AsterDx, before the injunction could fully unwind the fraudulent transfer, she held a press reception at the Glasshouse downtown.She chose the kind of venue made for cameras: floor-to-ceiling windows, skyline views, white flowers on every table, and a step-and-repeat wall covered with the AsterDx logo.Serena stood in the center of it all in an ivory designer suit, a diamond tennis bracelet flashing at her wrist as reporters crowded around her.“Ms. Shaw, what’s your plan for AsterDx moving forward?”Serena smiled softly, humble and polished.“I only want to protect what my sister built,” she said. “Nora has been under a great deal of stress lately. Until she’s well enough to return, I’ll help steady the company and work with the team on our next steps.”I stood behind the ballroom doors and nearly laughed.She had stolen my company and called it protection.Another reporter raised his voice. “What about the allegations that Nora












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