Semua Bab REBIRTH OF THE FORGOTTEN WIFE : Bab 1 - Bab 5

The first thing Eliana Moore felt was the silk. Cool. Familiar. Pressed against her skin like a whisper from a memory she thought she’d never touch again. Then came the scent—roses and gardenias. Ivy’s favorite flowers. Her lashes fluttered open, and the ornate canopy above her greeted her like a ghost. Cream-colored silk draped in delicate folds above the massive four-poster bed. Sunlight bled through sheer curtains, casting golden warmth on the mahogany floors. Her heart began to race. She felt her body. Nothing. “No,” she whispered, sitting up abruptly. “This isn’t real.” She looked around expecting to see Ivy lurking around somewhere. She wasn't. She knew this room. But.. It wasn't her marriage room. It wasn't Ethan's house. It was her room. Her house before she got married to Ethan. But how? 'I'm going to kill your father, right after you die, your brothers are gone too. What you have is mine, Ellie" she flinched as she remembered the last words of ivy, right

The sharp click of Eliana's heels echoed through the marbled halls of Moore & Sinclair Enterprises. Every step was steady, every breath measured. A place she had once commanded with grace and pride now felt like unfamiliar ground. It had been years since she walked these corridors—she had traded it for Ethan, had given it all up to become his possession. A waste of her youth years. The receptionist, a younger girl Eliana didn't recognize, looked up with wide eyes. "Ms. Moore?" Eliana smiled faintly. "Is Mr. Clarkson in?" She was directed upstairs, and as she passed through open workspaces, some familiar faces turned with surprised murmurs. No one had expected her back. Not after she'd given it all up to become Mrs. Blake. "Eliana," came a voice from the corner office. Richard Clarkson, her old mentor and current board chairman, stepped forward. "I heard what happened. Are you all right?" "Yes," she said smiling sweetly . She breathed in." I'll need my old job back, I shou

Eliana stood frozen, the faded letter trembling in her fingers. The paper looked aged, far older than it should’ve been. Her eyes scanned the signature again—her father’s name. Dated from years ahead. A heartfelt message filled with regret, apology, and cryptic warnings. She didn’t understand how it had ended up in her study drawer now, in the past. All she knew was that it was real. Her heart pounded, but she forced herself to breathe, folding the letter carefully and locking it away in a personal file. The next day at work, Richard added Loretta, a quiet and efficient co-worker, to the Horizon project team. Loretta had always been kind in her past life—someone Ivy once ridiculed and pushed aside. Eliana had overlooked her back then, but not this time. Maybe they make something together. “Are you sure?” Loretta blinked in surprise. “I thought you’d already finalized the team.” Richard gave her a look then glanced towards Eliana. “I changed my mind,” Eliana replied warmly. “I t