Reborn as the Billionaire wife

I used to think betrayal came with warning signs.

A cold glance.

A whispered secret.

A shift in the air you could sense if you were paying attention.

But the truth is betrayal feels like nothing.

Until it feels like everything.

The night I died, it wasn't the poison in the wine that hurt the most.

It was the smile on my husband's face as he watched me choke on it.

Richard Hale the man I gave my youth, my loyalty, my heart to stood over me with a glass of champagne in his hand, his eyes colder than I'd ever seen.

"I told you, Elena," he said as my fingers clawed desperately at the edge of the dinner table, knocking over candles and silverware. "You should never have trusted me."

My throat burned, my chest heaved, and my lungs screamed for air. I wanted to scream back at him, to ask why?

Why ruin me? Why destroy everything we built?

But all that came out was a strangled gasp.

The grand dining hall blurred. The chandelier above split into shards of light, spinning and warping as my vision failed. My hand reached out for him not for love anymore, but for the sheer disbelief that the man I had chosen, defended, and worshipped was watching me die.

And then... everything went black.

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I don't know how long the darkness lasted.

It could have been seconds or centuries.

Time meant nothing in that void.

When I opened my eyes again, I wasn't in the afterlife. No white light. No fire. Just a faint hum of something familiar.

I was staring at a ceiling I hadn't seen in years.

My childhood bedroom.

The cream paint with its faint hairline cracks, the faded floral curtains swaying gently with the morning breeze, the faint scent of lavender from the sachets my mother used to hang by the window.

I blinked, disoriented. For a long moment, I simply lay there, listening to the tick of the clock on my nightstand. My throat still felt raw, as though the ghost of poison clung to it.

Slowly, I sat up, heart pounding. My hands flew to my neck.

No pain. No burns. Just warm, living skin.

My gaze swept across the room everything was exactly as it had been a decade ago. The vanity cluttered with cheap cosmetics. The bookshelf stacked with well-thumbed romance novels. The rose-shaped alarm clock that never quite ticked on beat.

It couldn't be real.

I stumbled toward the mirror, every step unsteady, as if gravity itself wasn't sure what to do with me.

The reflection staring back made my knees buckle.

A young woman. Smooth skin. Bright eyes. No trace of the weary lines heartbreak and deceit had carved into my face in my first life.

I was... twenty again.

A strangled laugh broke from my lips. Or maybe it was a sob. I touched my cheeks, my hair, my trembling lips, as though confirming I hadn't lost my mind.