The Billionaire's Regret After I Died
For years, I lived unseen, unwanted, and unloved. I was always the one that was overlooked.
Still, I thought I was lucky. I had a home, a little daughter who adored me, and a husband whose rare smiles made me feel like I finally mattered.
But that illusion shattered the night I was kidnapped.
When the flames closed in and I screamed for help, my husband never came. He left me to burn, to die as quietly as I had lived.
But fate had other plans.
When I returned, I wasn’t the same timid woman he discarded. I was reborn, stronger, sharper and breathtakingly beautiful.
The world that once mocked me now worshipped me.
And him?
He looked at me desire dripping from his eyes, not realizing who I truly was.
He begged for a chance, pleaded for my love.
But it was too late.
I had already married another man. And this time, it was my turn to play the game.