Chapter 1 Back To 2014 It was late 2044, and I was in my fifties, counting down my final moments. Breast cancer had ravaged my body. My husband, Jared Holcomb, was desperately trying to save me, rushing to find the best doctors. But I was done fighting. I'd stopped eating for three days, not even taking a sip of water. We'd been married for thirty years, but I couldn't stand the thought of laying eyes on him one last time. ***** In the hospice room, I lay dying, my eyes tightly closed. Suddenly, familiar footsteps grew louder—Jared and our daughter, Yvonne, were approaching my bedside. The doctor's voice was heavy. "She's stopped eating. You don't have much time left." A thick silence filled the room. My remaining consciousness was fading, bit by bit. Then I heard Yvonne whisper, her voice deliberately low, "Mom's about to pass. When are you going to marry Tracy?" Jared paused before responding, "We'll see. Let's get the funeral over with first." Yvonne sighed, "Mom wasted her entire life. I never understood what she was holding onto. She should've divorced years ago. All that stress just ate her alive." My heart felt like it was drowning in bitterness. The reason I'd stayed married was so simple—I wanted Yvonne to grow up in an intact family. I didn't want her to deal with in-law drama when she got married someday. Now, my stubborn persistence felt like one pathetic, cruel joke. Whatever, I was about to leave this world that had torn my heart to shreds. Finally, I'd be free. "Quiet as she seems, she's always been stubborn," Jared muttered, his voice dripping with contempt. "It destroyed everything, including herself." What a sharp way to sum up my life. "Tracy's had it tough, hanging around without any real status. Finally, she's gonna get what she deserves," Yvonne said, sounding relieved. "Yeah, I owe her big time. I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to her," Jared replied, his voice laden with guilt. Tears streamed down my face, uncontrollable. So, my years of sacrifice meant nothing to them. They only cared about the woman who'd wrecked my marriage, like she'd been "suffering silently" all these years. Just then, I thought I heard a faint bell, like it was ringing far off in the distance. Exhaustion crashed over me, and I was spent and desperate for rest. All of a sudden, a bright, blinding light sliced through the dark. Dazed, I forced my eyes open. My mom's scolding voice drifted in. "Victoria, still sleeping? Yvonne's gonna be out of school soon." I shot to my feet and spun around. There, standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, was my mom—who'd been gone for years—gathering up the curtains. Outside, the sun blazed bright, and the garden was lush with green. "Still half-asleep? Time to pick up Yvonne." Mom walked over, playfully tapping my arm. "Were you up late reading romance novels again? I've told you not to mess up your sleep. I'm still waiting for you and Jared to give me another grandkid.""Mom..." The brightness faded, and there she was. I grabbed her hand, felt its warmth, and clung to it like it was my lifeline. "Is it really you? How'd you get here?" Mom looked startled, pulling back slightly and touching my forehead. "Sweetie, did you have some crazy dream? You said you were bored and asked me to come stay for a few days. I took the car you sent—here I am." Her words clicked into place like a key turning in a lock. Just after Memorial Day in 2014, Mom had taken some time off, and I'd had the driver bring her from our hometown to Hachester, wanting her company. I wondered if I... "Knock it off," Mom said, Mom said, shooing me out of my thought. "Go get Yvonne. Jared's on his way home for supper, and I need to fire up that salmon before he walks in." She spun on her heel and clattered downstairs. I panted, glancing around. This was the villa Jared had bought after we got married. It was 2014, and Yvonne was six, in her last year of kindergarten. Jared was from Hachester, born into a family with their own business. As the eldest son, he'd been running the company pretty well—everyone always said I'd hit the jackpot marrying a guy who was this young, handsome, and successful. I walked out to the balcony. The sun warmed my skin, and I wondered—had I time-traveled? Did fate take pity on me, seeing how I'd wasted my first life? Was this a do-over, or just another shot at screwing things up? Not far away, a couple of guys were playing tennis on the community court, that easy, carefree vibe of being young just pouring off them. I rested my chin in my hand, watching. After a while, I let out a laugh. It seemed all those prayers at the churches actually worked. I took a deep breath and checked the time—3:40 PM. Normally, as a stay-at-home mom, I'd now be heading out to pick Yvonne up, a 30-minute drive from the villa. But today, I felt like slacking off. Yvonne was my kid, but picking her up wasn't just my job. I pulled out my phone and called Jared. His young, crisp voice answered, "What's up? You on your way to get Yvonne?" I flopped back onto the couch, feigning a weak tone. "Ugh, my stomach's been acting up. Can you pick her up instead?" Jared's voice tightened. "I've got a meeting. Can your mom do it?""She's busy cooking. You know I can't handle raw fish," I said casually. I knew him—if I didn't go, he'd find a way. "Okay, I'll send someone," Jared said and hung up quickly. I stood up and walked to the closet. The mirror caught me—a young woman in a relaxed, flowy dress. Back then, Jared wasn't really into me for my personality. He was attracted to my looks, my body—he'd say I was hot, spirited, even a bit wild. Crazy, right? A guy as smart and put-together as Jared could be so superficial. Jared was basically a gentleman. Ever since we started dating, he'd always been polite—never raised his voice or picked fights. He worked things out with words, never gave me the cold shoulder, and didn't have any nasty guy habits. He could always keep his cool and solve problems like they were no big deal. On our wedding night, he'd had some drinks before he stepped into the room. One look at me in that mermaid gown and his eyes burned with desire. Still, he asked nicely if I was okay with that. I looked up to him, practically worshipped him, so I just nodded. Even though he hadn't got all wild like most guys might, that night, I became his woman, just like I'd hoped. I'd been so hopeful, dreaming of a happy life with him—living together day in and day out, him working, me taking care of home. However, dreams and reality never mixed. There was always a line between them. By our fifth year of marriage, he cheated. Her name was Tracy Darwin—his assistant, his go-to, his right-hand woman. He said she was his main support, the one who had his back when he was up against rivals. He couldn't live without her. They'd been together over a year by now. In my previous life, I was still in the dark at this point. This time, I decided to let him go and finally set myself free. I was gonna live by that line I saw online: [Anyway, he's the only one paying your bills without wanting your body in return.]

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You were married to Jared Holcomb for thirty years—twenty of them spent blind to his affair, ten watching him destroy you while loving another woman. You died in 2044, broken and bitter, only to wake up in 2014—your body young, your daughter six years old, and your husband still pretending he’s faithful.

Now, standing in your villa’s bedroom, you stare at your reflection. The same flowy dress, the same soft eyes—but something’s different. You know what comes next: the lies, the betrayal, the slow death of your soul.

Your phone buzzes. It’s Jared: 'I sent a driver for Yvonne. You should rest.'

You smirk. He thinks you’re still the same woman who obeyed.

You text back: 'Thanks. I’ll be resting—after I visit Tracy at the office.'

You grab your keys. Today isn’t about picking up your daughter.

It’s about taking back your life.

You step into the car, heart pounding. This is the first move in a game they don’t even know they’re playing.