Re Inventing Your Life Novels & Stories

It's not that I'm not used to hate, but because everyone believes anything they see on the internet, even if it's not the truth of the whole story. I sat down on the cold floor lifelessly. Staring at my screen. Is this the start of my downfall? Twelve years of my hard work… and this is what I get in return?

ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡᴀsɴ’ᴛ ɪɴ ᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴠᴏᴜʀ” “ɪ’ʟʟ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʟɪғᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ”

"University life isn't complete if all you do is chase academic achievements." Ayleen stared at him in silence. For some reason, those words reminded her of herself. After realizing she had returned to this point in her life, she too had wanted to use her second chance to do everything she had never been able to do before. A strange feeling suddenly crept into her heart. She began recalling everything she knew about Sea. Only then did she realize how many things didn't quite add up. In her previous life, she had never been close to him. In fact, she hadn't even known they attended the same university.

After Miranda has broken my skull, I had to undergo surgery, changing my looks, and even dying my hair. At first, the excuse of a surgery was what I used. Now, I realised that I just didn't want anything that reminded me of how gullible I was in the past. A new face, a new life, and a new goal. And nothing was going to ruin that. Tearing my face from his gaze, I pointed to another room. “You should check the waiting room for the person you are looking for.” I said flatly, and turned around. I could feel his lingering gaze peering into my back.

"I used to think I loved Bellis. But the moment you were gone, I realized how arrogant and blind I'd been. I chose to hold on to regret instead of the happiness I could have had within reach. So I lost you. That was my punishment." "But I didn't want it to end there." "Using what I remembered from the previous life, I rebuilt my network in five years instead of twenty. Three months ago, I finally found your trail." A beat, then quieter: "I was still afraid to tell you I remembered. I thought if you knew, you'd leave." A faint, broken laugh. "Didn't think I'd give myself away so quickly." I sat with all of it — the whole long tangled knot of it — and felt genuinely lost.

The company didn't go public on time, and he didn't know when he would get back the money he had invested. Life became tight for him. Yet, Vanessa decided to break up with him during this low point in his life. Quintus couldn't accept it. "I gave up my wife and child for you, and now you want to break up with me?" Vanessa coldly responded, "Everything you did was your own choice. What does it have to do with me? You told me to follow you for a better life, but now you're a sinking ship. Why should I stick around?"

Conrad was sick and calling my name? He wasn't so deeply attached to me. And last time, he mentioned a dream where he married me. Could it be... It was strange enough that I had a second chance at life. But then again, anything was possible. But what if he remembered his past life? What should my third move be? Back then, I had boasted to Horace that if he worked with me, in just three moves, I would help him take back what rightfully belonged to him. In my past life, things had ended horribly for me, and I would never let Conrad peacefully become the heir and control Reese Enterprise.

She marches out of her room as the two maids follow behind their mistress. "Miss, be careful," one of the maids cautioned, her voice laced with concern, as Autumn's pace quickened with a mix of anxiety and trepidation. This was the moment she had been dreading - facing her father after her rebirth. The last time they spoke, his words had cut deeper than any knife, disowning her and leaving her for dead in the den of social suicide.

"I'll do what I've always done. I'll love people. I'll help where I can. I'll watch the next generation carry forward what we started." "And?" "And I'll write. I want to tell the whole story. From Lily's sacrifice to today. I want people to understand how one moment of love can ripple outward for generations." "What will you call it?" I looked around my new apartment, decorated with photos of our vast chosen family, awards from governments around the world, and artwork made by children whose lives had been saved. "I'll call it 'The Art of Living,'" I said. "The story of how broken people learned to choose love over fear, healing over hurt, hope over despair."

His beautiful wife, who had loved him wholeheartedly, his son, who died in the hands of his mistress, and his freedom. Sitting alone in his cell, he was left with nothing but remorse. He desperately wished he could press a rewind button, craving a second chance at the life he had so carelessly thrown away.