Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rebirth: 24 Hours To Erase My 10-Year Nightmare: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 7

The main villa in Lexington was my creation, even if my name wasn’t on the plans. I had spent ten years transforming those cold stone walls into a haven for Silas. Every morning, I'd wake up an hour early just to make sure his coffee was at the perfect temperature. I loved him deeply. To me, Silas Thorne wasn’t just my husband; he was the man who had pulled me back from the depths of despair after losing my parents a decade ago.I cherished the little moments, the way he’d give my hand a reassuring pat while he worked, or the rare times he’d call me “the heart of this home.” I didn’t mind that my hands were rough from scrubbing or that I had forgotten what my own professional voice sounded like. As long as Silas was happy, and our kids, Rick and Nicky, were safe, I felt fulfilled.“Mom, move! You’re standing on my shadow!” Rick, my eight-year-old, complained as he pushed past me in the hallway, not even glancing back.“Sorry, sweetheart,” I murmured, managing a small, tired smile.I

It was barely 9 AM, but I had already mapped out my first three moves. I took a deep breath, feeling the cold metal of the letter opener hidden in my robe, and opened the bedroom door.Silas stood there, a bouquet of lilies in hand, my favorite at the time. He looked at me with such feigned devotion that for a split second, my old heart fluttered. But then I remembered him standing over my dying body, and that flutter turned to a cold knot of nausea.“Cassie,” he whispered, stepping closer to kiss my forehead. “You look beautiful. Even with sleep in your eyes. Are you ready for our forever?”“Forever is a long time, Silas,” I replied, my voice sweet. I took a step back, avoiding his touch. “Actually, I wanted to talk with you and Loanne about something before the ceremony. Something regarding the estate.”Silas’s expression shifted. A glimmer of hunger momentarily flickered in his eyes before he covered it with a smile. “Of course, honey. Anything. But isn’t it a bit early for busines

At 11:20 AM, forty minutes before the ceremony, I walked into the occupied study in our mansion where Loanne and Silas were already waiting for me.I stood by the window, my white lace sleeves feeling restrictive, almost like a straitjacket. I watched my father stroll towards his SUV in the driveway, chatting away with the mechanic I had called under the pretense of a "pre-trip inspection.""Cassie? The champagne's ready," Loanne chirped, her voice bright yet forced.She stood by the desk, two crystal flutes in hand. Silas was right there next to her, looking every bit the victorious groom. They were like a matched set. In reality, they were a matched set."To our future," Silas proclaimed, glass raised high. "To the Vance legacy, and to the man who'll steer it into the next century."I picked up my glass but didn’t drink. I merely swirled the bubbles, watching them fade. "And to the truth," I added quietly. "Because without truth, a marriage is just a contract, right, Silas?"Silas’s

Six Months LaterI stood at the edge of the property, no longer in a white lace dress, but wearing a tailored charcoal coat. My hands were bare. There was no ring on my fingers, just the steady strength of a woman who finally understood the value of her own signature.The Vance Estate was flourishing. Without Silas's silent theft and Loanne's hidden debts, the company had tripled in value. I hadn’t merely saved the business; I had transformed it.I turned back toward the house as a silver car pulled up. My parents stepped out, looking older, the stresses of the trial etching lines into their faces that hadn’t been there on the morning of my "wedding.""Cassie," my mother said gently, holding a small manila envelope. "We just came from the facility. The lawyers said the final sentencing was upheld."Silas was gone… twenty years for conspiracy and grand larceny. He had tried to charm the jury, playing the victim till the end, but the evidence I had gathered was undeniable."And Loanne?"