WILLOWThe next day.I woke up in my hotel suite, feeling a surge of excitement coursing through my veins. This was it—the beginning of my journey towards revenge. Away from the prying eyes of my family and the bully Davis clan, I found solace in this temporary sanctuary.As I stretched and glanced around the room, a sense of liberation washed over me. No longer confined to the suffocating walls of my marital home, I was free to pursue my agenda without interference or judgment. Lucas, the man who had betrayed me in the cruelest ways, was absent once again. He would not care if I returned home or not, as his attention was undoubtedly consumed by his mistress.My decision to keep my family out of the loop was deliberate. Tessa, my caring yet inquisitive mother, would surely pester me with endless questions about the state of my marriage. Mark and Michael, my protective brothers, would also grow suspicious and demand answers. I wanted to shield them from the truth, to spare them the bur

WILLOW Two years after Time has flown like a whispering zephyr, and now, as I peer into the looking glass, I can't help but be amazed at the transformation that happened to me. The image gazing back at me is solid proof of the courage and determination that have guided me through my surgery journey. The visage that now meets my gaze exudes elegance and composure. Gone are the marks of pain and despair, replaced by a delicate and elegant visage. The once-shattered confidence now emanates from my jawline, embodying the strength that lies within me. The rib rhinoplasty and upper blepharoplasty have given me the almond-shaped eyes I had always dreamed of, and the forehead reduction has softened my features, making me look younger and more refined. I gently stroke my sun-kissed hair, a striking deviation from the once-dark hair I possessed. Altering the color of my hair has undoubtedly been one of the wisest choices, contributing to the captivating allure of my revised identity. The con

WILLOWThe next day, I stood in front of the mirror, towel wrapped around my wet hair, pondering the question Sebastian had planted in my mind. What name should I choose? It was a crucial decision—one that would define my new identity and separate me from the painful past I had left behind.As I got dressed, I ran through different names in my head, trying to find the perfect fit. I wanted a name that embodied strength, resilience, and the determination to overcome the darkness that had once consumed me. It needed to be something that would resonate with the new woman I had become."Willow Davis," I whispered to myself, testing the sound of my old name. It felt like a distant memory, a name that belonged to a person I no longer recognized. I needed something that represented the strength and resilience I had gained over the past two years."Alexis," I murmured, trying the name on for size. It felt a bit too bold for my taste. I wanted something more understated, elegant yet powerful.

AMBER The morning light gently caressed my face as I woke up to the sounds of birds singing and leaves rustling outside my open window. A pleasant breeze filled the room, creating the perfect ambiance to start my day. I can feel that I’m a new person. I still can’t believe I was given a chance to wake up with a new face, the chance to be reborn, and the chance to get revenge on those people who wronged me. I’m not going to give up. Never. I am going to make sure that those people who made my life a living hell will pay. Maybe not today, not tomorrow, not next week, but someday. For now, I still need to improve myself. I can’t show up just because I have a new face. I need to be careful and make sure that I will win this time. I knew the Davis family were evil people. And they just won’t accept defeat. I need to strategize everything. And right now, I’m developing myself as Sebastian’s secretary. I know this will help me as a first step. This new phase in my life filled me with exci

AMBERAfter a long and exhausting day at the clinic, I returned to my apartment, eager to begin my mission of revenge. Following Sebastian's suggestion, I knew I had to target my husband's mistress first, Rachel. But there was a problem—I didn't know her last name. I needed to gather information and act like a detective to uncover her identity.So I slammed myself on my soft couch and opened my laptop. I typed "Lucas Davis" into the search bar. Numerous articles and pictures of my billionaire husband flooded the screen. As I pondered the situation, a myriad of emotions swirled within me, creating a complex tapestry of feelings that I could hardly put into words. My mind was preoccupied with a determination to achieve my goal, which involved locating the woman responsible for the profound impact on my existence.I typed "Lucas Davis and Rachel" into the search tab, hoping to uncover any connection between them. To my surprise, there she was—the familiar woman in the picture, standing b