After Switching Husbands, I Took Back What Was Mine

"Prisoner 077, your time is up. Step out and start your life again," a guard said, his voice flat and empty.

A faint curve formed on Eliana Marshall's lips. She had heard those same words once in her previous life.

Slowly, she lifted her gaze toward the sky she hadn't seen in years. Sunlight spilled over her, warming her skin and seeping into her very core.

She took a deep breath, letting it fill her lungs. Everything felt different. The air, her body, even the fact that she was still alive.

She had returned to the moment three years ago, the day her nightmare began. From the moment she first entered that prison, everything had been leading back here.

"What are you standing there for? Get in the car! This place makes my skin crawl. If it weren't for Iris, who would've even bothered to pick you up?" The voice of her mother, Phyllis Marshall, cut through her thoughts, sharp and filled with irritation. The screech of brakes echoed as the car came to a stop, sending dust into the air.

It stung Eliana's eyes, but she didn't look away. For the first time in three years, she smiled. It was a quiet expression, one that didn't reach her eyes.

Nothing had changed. Three years ago, her parents' adopted daughter, Iris Marshall, had taken a life while driving drunk. To protect Iris, her own parents had forced her to take the blame and sent her to prison without hesitation.

Now, three years later, they still treated her the same way. But she wasn't the same person anymore. She wasn't that woman who longed for their approval and allowed them to step all over her.

From this moment forward, every second she lived would be used for one purpose. She would make the entire Marshall family pay.

Without saying anything, Eliana pulled the car door open. The back seat caught her attention right away. A disposable cover had been laid over it, clashing with the car's expensive interior.

"Open the windows now. I can't stand the smell," Phyllis said from the front seat, covering her nose as she directed her order at the driver.

Eliana remained silent. As soon as she sat down, she leaned back and closed her eyes, cutting herself off from everything around her. Phyllis' harsh words no longer had any effect on her.

A hint of annoyance crossed Phyllis' face when she received no reaction, but she forced it down. There would be time to deal with Eliana later.

The car had only just come to a stop in front of the Marshall family villa when Iris rushed forward and pulled the rear door open, her face damp with tears.

"Eliana, you're finally home," she remarked, her voice filled with practiced remorse. "I'm so sorry. This is all because of me. Don't worry, we'll make things right. I promise."

Eliana avoided her outstretched hand and stepped out of the car, her eyes fixed ahead. "Make things right?