The Princess Reclaimed Everything

Ellen Saunders woke up reborn, finding herself back at twenty-five.

At that time, she had a pair of twins and was married to Samuel Howard, a man whose wealth rivaled nations, a figure so feared that countless factions trembled at his name, the formidable boss of the underground world.

Everyone called her the ultimate winner in life.

But the first thing she did after her rebirth was to take divorce papers to meet Samuel's mistress.

...

"What do you want with me? I'm busy training with Samuel and the kids at the shooting range. Unlike you, I don't have time to sit around," Rosalyn Morris said, sipping her coffee, her eyes never once landing on Ellen's face.

Clearly, Rosalyn looked down on Ellen, despite her being Samuel's wife.

"Miss Morris, as Samuel's assistant, you should ease his burdens," Ellen replied, accustomed to such disdain. She calmly slid the divorce papers across the table. "Like fixing his less-than-respectable marriage."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Rosalyn smirked mockingly. "Trying to get Samuel's attention? I don't have time for your games."

Ellen's expression remained steady. "Wouldn't you make a better mother to the twins? They already prefer you. Get Samuel to sign, and I'll leave immediately."

Rosalyn stared at Ellen in shock, unable to believe she would willingly give up her place by Samuel's side.

Her brows furrowed. "Ellen, you know every woman in the country is after your spot. What game are you playing?"

Ellen met Rosalyn's skeptical gaze, her voice calm. "I know. But I'm not playing any games. I'm just done putting up with it."

In this life, she refused to be a bird in a gilded cage or the humiliated Mrs. Howard any longer.

"You're serious about this?" Rosalyn's eyes dripped with contempt.

"Absolutely," Ellen shot back, her gaze locking onto Rosalyn's challenging stare. "Don't you want it?"

Rosalyn hesitated for a moment before snatching the divorce papers. "Don't come crying to me when you regret this."

Regret?

Impossible.

Ellen alone knew the taste of despair hidden beneath last life's glamorous facade.

Once was enough for that kind of life.

Rosalyn's phone rang, and she answered with a smug smile. "Samuel, no need to pick me up. I'm not that delicate."

A man's low voice came through, mixed with the chaotic chatter of children in the background.

Ellen's face remained composed, but her hand tightened under the table.

For years after their marriage, she was warned never to call Samuel by his name, only addressing him as Mr. Howard.

Every call she made was answered by Rosalyn, claiming Samuel was too busy.

Yet now, the ever-busy Samuel, who rarely came home, appeared at the café in just ten minutes, holding hands with their twins.

Their daughter, Belen, rushed into Rosalyn's arms, clutching a bouquet of flowers. "Rosalyn, I missed you so much! I picked these from the garden just for you. Do you like them?"

"They're my favorite daisies. Thank you, sweetheart," Rosalyn said, accepting the flowers with a