Reborn To Revenge

Prologue

I remember dying.

Not the calm, peaceful kind—the gentle fading, the soft glow at the end of a tunnel. No. Mine was chaos. Metal twisting. Glass shattering like delicate ice beneath my head. My heart didn’t slow down. It shattered.

But the cruelest part?

I didn’t stay dead.

The first breath I took after the accident wasn’t mine. It belonged to a girl I had never met. She was small. Fragile. Surrounded by hospital machines and lights far too bright. My body felt wrong—lighter, unfamiliar. New. My fingers were too short. My voice was trapped somewhere deep inside me.

I didn’t speak for three weeks.

Not because I couldn’t.

Because I knew something was wrong.

The nurses told me I was lucky. Adopted by a loving, wealthy family. They said I had been found alone after a crash—no passport, no family, no past.

My new parents were kind. Wealthy.

Especially him.

He came every day, holding my hand like I was something breakable. Like one wrong move would shatter me completely. He told the nurses he had lost his wife not long ago. Said I reminded him of her—my face, my eyes, my silence.

The first time I looked into his eyes, my stomach twisted.

Because I knew that smile.

I had married that smile.

And one day, it killed me.