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Chapter 1

I spent three years as Daniel Wilson's stand-in for his first love.Swallowed every insult. Every lie. My dad died because of him.And still, it took me walking away in a soaked dress for that cold-hearted Wall Street king to realize...He'd never loved her.He'd loved me.***Dad died while Daniel was at the airport—picking up another girl."Dad..." I dropped to my knees by the bed, vision swimming. His hand was still gripping mine, cold but firm, like he had more to say.Right then, it hit me—I was done.One month. That's all I gave myself. Bury my dad. Collect every receipt, every dirty secret. Then I'd be gone.My phone wouldn't shut up—more calls from the hospital. The $300K surgery drained me. I even sold Dad's favorite vintage car.But Daniel? "The company's tight on cash. Two days."Two days. Dad didn't have two days.I called. Hands shaking. It rang forever before he finally picked up. I could hear the airport in the background."What is it? I'm busy.""My dad's

Chapter 2

That night, I sat alone in the guest room, wide awake, listening to them hook up across the hall. Every creak, every laugh—burned.I started scrolling through old photos and landed on one from three years ago, right after graduating Parsons. That night at the charity auction was when I met Daniel.He bought every piece I showed and said, "There's something special in your work. It reminds me of someone I once knew."Yeah. That someone? Sophie.At 3 a.m., a message popped up from Dad's doctor:[Ms. Egerton, there's something you need to know. Your father actually had a strong chance of surviving the surgery. But the day before, someone canceled the specialist consultation and delayed the operation. He claimed to be your husband.]My phone slipped out of my hand. Just—thudded onto the floor.Dad didn't just die.It was planned.Daniel knew Sophie was coming back. He stalled the surgery on purpose—so I'd be too broken to fight her moving in. To keep his so-called soulmate happy,

Chapter 3

I planned Dad's funeral by myself.Daniel didn't show. Said he had a board meeting.Funny thing though—during the service, his Insta updated. New post: him and Sophie shopping on Fifth Avenue, all smiles."Poor Emily, married to a man like that," someone whispered behind me.I just stood there, silent, staring at the altar.After the service, I had to go back to the house. Some of Dad's stuff was still there—especially the painting he loved most.The second I opened the door, I heard Sophie's voice floating from the living room."Daniel, I wanna learn how to paint. Teach me?""I don't know how to paint," he said, sounding way too relaxed."Then have Emily teach me. Didn't she major in art?"I walked in. She was perched on his lap like she owned him.When she saw me, she didn't even blink—just leaned in closer."Oh, you're back? Perfect timing. Daniel says you're good at painting. Teach me, will you?"I didn't answer. Just kept walking toward the study."Emily." Daniel's v

Chapter 4

I popped open the washer and stared at the heap of perfume-soaked clothes. My stomach turned.Every piece reeked of the truth—I was just a fill-in. A punching bag they could dress up or tear down whenever they felt like it.Right as I reached for the pile, Sophie's voice cut in."Wait. That Valentino's hand-wash only. Don't ruin it."I froze."What? Got a problem?" She strutted over and yanked the dress out. "This one's fifty grand. Don't screw it up."I grabbed it and moved to the sink. Cold water rushed over my fingers while I scrubbed like a machine."Use cold water," she added, posted up in the doorway like a hall monitor. "Hot'll wreck the color."I said nothing. Head down. Scrubbing.She kept going."Honestly? Pathetic. Top of your class at Parsons, and now you're my maid. But hey, that's what happens when you've got MY face."My head snapped up.Her face?I stared into the mirror. Two versions of the same girl stared back—no. She looked like me."Daniel couldn't sl

Chapter 5

That night, they headed out to see a Broadway show. Sophie made sure I knew it."Daniel says he's got a surprise for me—maybe he's proposing?"Daniel ruffled her hair like she was something precious. "You'll find out soon."As soon as the door clicked shut, I bolted for the study.My dad's stuff was still in a messy pile. I picked through it carefully—his last traces, dumped like junk.A photo album slipped out.Our wedding album.In every shot, I was all smiles. But Daniel? Not once did he look at me. His eyes were always focused somewhere just outside the frame. Now I got it—he'd been staring at Sophie, the version burned into his memory.I flipped to the last page. Tucked inside was an old photo of a younger Sophie, glowing like she belonged in a perfume ad.On the back, Daniel's handwriting: [Waiting for you to come back.]So I'd been standing in for her since day one.I shut the album and spotted something on the desk—an Equity Transfer Agreement.Thirty percent of the

Chapter 6

"You did that on purpose!" Sophie stormed over and slapped me hard across the face.I didn't move. Just took it."Enough," Daniel said, tugging her back. "It's your birthday. Don't get riled up."Then he looked at me, all ice. "Clean it up. Meet me in the study after."I knelt down, picking up shattered glass. The shards bit into my fingers—blood mixing with champagne, sharp and jarring.Around me, guests whispered. Some looked sorry. Most didn't. The ex-Mrs. Wilson, on her knees, cleaning up the mess. Real classy entertainment.When I finished, I headed to the study.Daniel sat behind the desk. A small bottle sat in front of him."Take it," he said, pushing it toward me.I picked it up. Birth control pills."Why?""You're not fit to have my kid." Flat. No emotion. "One a day. Don't forget."I stared at it, a bitter laugh bubbling up.Three years of marriage. He barely touched me. And now this?"I said take it." Sharper this time.I opened the cap, poured one out. The ti

Chapter 7

Sophie's laugh echoed behind me. "She's really something. Daniel, where'd you dig up this little gem?"I shut the door to the guest room and yanked a small box from my bag.My birthday gift to myself—a plain silver ring etched with one word: 'Reborn.'Emily died today. Tomorrow, someone else shows up in her place.My phone buzzed. It was the doctor from earlier."Ms. Egerton, we've discovered something serious about your father's death. Someone injected him with an unapproved drug right before surgery. That's what caused it to fail. You need to come in—we've called the police."Unapproved drug?My hands shook so hard I almost dropped the phone. Fury shot through me like fire. This wasn't just negligence.They killed him.The doctor's voice was still playing on a loop in my head when someone knocked.Four o'clock. Every second dragging me closer to escape."Emily, come out." Daniel.I opened the door. He stood there in some overpriced Tom Ford suit, holding a white box."Pu

Chapter 8

The room exploded."You're lying!" Sophie screeched.I pulled the marriage certificate from my clutch and held it up. "Take a good look. That's our marriage license. And last I checked, in New York, if you're not divorced, you don't get to throw another engagement party.""You're insane!" Daniel lunged for it.I slipped just out of reach, still holding the mic. "Three years ago, Daniel promised me a dream wedding. I finally saw it today—just wasn't the one walking down the aisle.""Enough!" Daniel ripped the mic from my hand. "Party's over. Everyone out."The crowd buzzed as people started leaving, eyes wide like they'd just watched a season finale."You're done, Emily," Sophie hissed, face twisted with rage."Oh?" I smiled. "Right, almost forgot. The hospital called. Turns out my dad's death? Kinda sketchy. FBI's on it now."Daniel went pale."And one more thing," I said, locking eyes with him. "Those pills you gave me? I saved a few. Had them tested. If anything happens to

Chapter 9

Sophie's voice shrieked through the phone. "Daniel, Twitter's losing it! That bitch streamed everything—everyone thinks I'm the homewrecker now!"Daniel staggered into the Upper East Side mansion, still dazed. Sophie was pacing like a lunatic."She ruined everything! My rep's toast!" She lunged at him. "Fix this!"He shoved past her and stormed upstairs. The second he opened the master bedroom door, he stopped cold.The bed was blanketed in shredded photos—wedding pics, beach trips, charity nights. Three years of memories, all ripped to hell.On the vanity, everything was laid out like a crime scene:Smashed jewelry. A crystal bottle packed with ash—burned marriage certificates, probably. Crushed wedding rings. And dead center: signed divorce papers."Daniel, what are you staring at?" Sophie stepped in, eyes lighting up at the chaos. "Gotta admit—she's got flair. Whatever. Less drama for us."He didn't answer. Just bolted for the study.The safe was open. Everything untouched—

Chapter 10

"Book a flight. Now. I'm going to Paris.""But sir, the board—""Postpone it!"Daniel was already halfway to the airport. He needed to find Emily. Not just for the evidence. He wasn't fooling himself anymore—it was never just about that.Right before boarding, Cassandra called."Daniel, how could you? Emily's a good girl. How could you treat her like that?""Mom, you don't get it—""Oh, I get it. She gave up her dad's shares for you. And you killed him—for some plastic Barbie!""I didn't kill anyone!""The hospital's lawyers think otherwise. They're filing murder charges." Her voice cracked. "You've disappointed me."Click.Daniel stared at the screen, panic flooding in for real.The plane took off. He leaned back, haunted by Emily's face.Not as Sophie's echo. Just... Emily.The way she bit her pen while painting. Hummed while cooking. Curled up in bed. Somehow, those were the things that stuck. Not because she reminded him of someone else—but because she didn't."Sir,

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