DISCLAIMER [This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental. All images featured are AI-generated for creative purposes and do not represent real individuals. An original story by Rabby. © 2026. All Rights Reserved.]

1926 — England Rain poured behind the Whitmore manor. Loretta Whitmore stood beneath the oak tree, her black silk nightgown soaked through. Footsteps approached.

Katrina Vale stepped out from the shadows.

Katrina's breath faltered.

Silence. Rain fell heavier.

Loretta stepped closer.

Katrina cupped Loretta's face.

A slow clap echoed behind them.

They froze. Ostwald Whitmore stepped forward, rain sliding down his sharp features.

Thunder cracked. Ostwald pulled out a pistol.

Gunshot. Katrina staggered.

Second gunshot. Loretta fell beside her. Rain mixed with blood. Katrina reached for her weakly.

Their fingers intertwined. Darkness swallowed them.

Year 2026 — City Hospital Lorena Whitmore suddenly gasped during surgery.

Lorena pressed her hand to her chest.

[Across the city] A florist dropped a bouquet of white roses.

Rain began falling outside the shop. Back in the hospital— Lorena stared at the patient intake screen. New surgical admission: Katya Vale. Lorena's fingers trembled.

And somewhere far beneath that memory— A promise stirred awake.

-End of episode 1-

[Characters Intro:]

Katya Vale, 28 (Reborn Katrina) Katya Vale is a florist and artisan baker known for her soft voice and gentle smile. She owns a small flower shop where she designs arrangements that feel almost too emotional to be accidental. Customers say she understands grief without being told. She has always felt different — as if she is waiting for something she cannot name. Katya is intuitive, romantic, and deeply loyal. She loves quietly but completely. Though she appears delicate, there is quiet bravery in her. She stands firm when it matters. Since childhood, she has dreamed of rain, white lace, and a pair of hands slipping from hers. She wakes with tears she cannot explain. When she meets Lorena, something inside her recognizes danger — and home — at the same time. Katya does not know she once died for love. But her soul remembers. And this time, she may not run.

Dr. Lorena Whitmore, 28 (Reborn Loretta) Dr. Lorena Whitmore is a brilliant cardiovascular surgeon known for her precision and emotional control. Raised in a wealthy, influential family, she learned early how to command a room and conceal her vulnerabilities. To the world, she is calm, composed, untouchable. But beneath her discipline lies intensity. Lorena loves with ferocity. When she chooses someone, she does not hesitate. She protects. She claims. She does not share. She has never believed in fate — until the day she sees Katya’s name on a patient file and feels her chest tighten with a pain that is not physical. Lorena is logical. Scientific. Grounded in reality. Yet rain unsettles her. White lace disturbs her. Gunshots echo in dreams she cannot explain. She does not remember 1926. But her heart does. And if history tries to repeat itself— Lorena will not let it end the same way.

Oliver Hayes, 30 (Reborn Ostwald Whitmore) In 1926, Ostwald Whitmore believed he was protecting his family’s honor. In truth, he was protecting his pride. Possessive, calculating, and raised to believe in control, he could not tolerate losing what he considered his. He convinced himself it was justice. It was jealousy. In 2026, he is reborn as Oliver Hayes. Charming. Intelligent. Charismatic. He blends easily into society, masking a darkness that has only grown sharper over time. Unlike Lorena and Katya, Oliver remembers fragments. Rain. Blood. Two women choosing each other over him. He does not believe in reincarnation. But he recognizes obsession. In this lifetime, he stalks women who remind him of something he cannot fully grasp. He tells himself it is a coincidence. It is not. He failed to keep her once. This time— He intends to finish what he started.

DISCLAIMER [This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental. All images featured are AI-generated for creative purposes and do not represent real individuals. An original story by Rabby. © 2026. All Rights Reserved.]

2026 — City Hospital Lorena stared at the patient file on her tablet. Katya Vale. Her fingers hovered over the screen.

A nurse stepped beside her.

Lorena blinked.

Lorena's pulse quickened.

The name hit her again. Harder this time.

Lorena swallowed.

She walked down the corridor. Each step felt heavier. The door to Room Four stood slightly open. Her hand hovered near the handle.

She pushed the door opened. Katya stood near the window, sunlight brushing her hair. Long wavy brunette strands. Soft hazel eyes. Light blue blouse. She turned at the sound. Their eyes met. And the world stilled. Katya’s breath caught.

Lorena couldn't speak. The air felt thin.

Lorena forced her voice steady.

Katya stepped forward slightly.

As if she needed to say it.

Lorena nodded.

A flicker of confusion crossed Katya's face.

Lorena’s heart pounded violently. Rain. White lace. Gunshots. She inhaled sharply.

Silence stretched between them. Charged. Unexplainable. Katya pressed her hand lightly to her chest.

Lorena's composure cracked for half a second.

Their eyes locked again. Too long. Too intense. A nurse knocked gently.

Lorena didn't look away from Katya.

Katya's voice softened.

Lorena stepped closer. Just one step. Close enough to notice the faint scent of roses. Close enough to feel something ancient shifting.

But her heart whispered... I... found you.

[As Lorena reaches for Katya’s wrist to check her pulse... The moment their skin touches... A flash explodes behind her eyes. Rain. Blood. A voice screaming her name... And this time.... Lorena remembers the gun.]

-End of episode 2-