His Betrayal, My Fierce Comeback

I was the moral compass of modern media, a journalist with a flawless record and a penthouse life with my husband, Britton.

Then one phone call shattered it all. He blackmailed me, using a dark secret I kept for him, forcing me to retract a story and destroy my own career to protect his intern, Baylee.

The fallout was brutal. My reputation was ruined overnight. Fleeing the city, I was in a horrific car accident and woke up in the hospital to learn I'd had a miscarriage.

The final blow came when I called him for help, only to hear his intern giggling in the background.

The man I loved since we were kids, the one who swore to protect me, had orchestrated my ruin and cost me our child.

He left me for dead at the bottom of a cliff.

But he made one mistake: he didn't make sure I was dead. Pulled from the ocean by a mysterious stranger, I was reborn. Now, I'm coming back to reclaim everything he took-and make him pay.

Chapter 1

Elliana POV:

The phone call came as I was celebrating my latest exposé, the one that landed a corrupt senator in jail. I was the moral compass of modern media, the journalist with a flawless record. My husband, Britton, was on the line, his voice a low growl I hadn't heard in years. He told me to come home. Now.

I walked into our penthouse, the city lights a blurred backdrop to the sudden, suffocating silence. Britton stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his back to me, a silhouette against the glittering skyline. Next to him, on the plush white sofa, was Baylee Garza, an intern from his company, her face streaked with tears, a flimsy bandage on her wrist. The scene was staged, theatrical, yet it filled me with a cold dread.

"What is this, Britton?" My voice was steady, betraying none of the unease coiling in my gut.

He turned, his eyes like chips of ice. "You destroyed her, Elliana."

I stared at Baylee. "She committed corporate espionage. I had undeniable proof. It was my job."

Her sobs intensified, a calculated performance. Britton' s jaw tightened. "She tried to end her life because of your story."

My report was a public service, meticulously researched, detailing how Baylee had stolen trade secrets from Cohen Dynamics to sell to rivals. I had been praised for my integrity. Now, I was being blamed for a suicide attempt that felt suspiciously convenient.

"This isn't my fault, Britton. Your intern broke the law, and I exposed it. That's what I do." My voice was sharper now, a defense mechanism against the rising tide of his anger.

He stepped closer, his shadow falling over me. "Oh, really? Is that all you do?" His words were laced with a venom I hadn't tasted in years. "Remember three years ago, when your perfect record wasn't so perfect? When I was about to be framed, and you conjured a source