The day I died

Death was colder than I imagined.

Not the air.

Not the wind rushing past my ears as my body fell from the rooftop.

But the betrayal.

That was what froze me.

I saw them before I fell.

Logan Blake’s hand was still stretched forward—not to save me, but to push me.

His eyes held no hesitation.

No guilt.

No love.

Just calculation.

Beside him stood my sister, Lisa. The same sister who used to braid my hair when we were children. The same sister who cried when I left for college.

She didn’t cry now.

She smiled.

And that smile shattered something inside me long before my body ever touched the ground.

“You’re too soft, Chole,” Logan had said moments earlier. “You built this empire, but you don’t have the heart to control it.”

I built it.

The contracts. The connections. The sleepless nights. The project he was now holding in his hands—the one he claimed as his own.

I handed him power.

And he handed me death.

The sky spun violently. The city lights blurred into streaks of gold and white. My heart pounded wildly, but strangely, I wasn’t afraid.

I was empty.

Regret filled me instead.

Because as the wind swallowed my scream, only one face appeared in my mind.

Not Logan.

Not my sister.

Gavin Turner.

The man I rejected.

The man I called cold.

The man who loved me without asking for anything in return.

His eyes were always steady. Protective. Silent, but fierce.

And I left him.

For ambition. For charm. For Logan’s sweet lies.

“I’ll come back for you when I’m successful,” I once told Gavin.

He didn’t stop me.

He only said, “I’ll be here.”

But he wasn’t.

Because I never went back.

My body hit the ground.

Pain exploded.

Then darkness.

But death was not the end.

I opened my eyes.

And I was standing.

Standing beside my own broken body.

People screamed. Phones recorded. Sirens wailed.

But I felt nothing.

No heartbeat. No breath. No warmth.

Only regret.

Days passed—though time meant nothing now. I followed them.

Logan and Lisa.

They mourned publicly.

Logan even cried at my funeral.

“I lost the love of my life,” he said, his voice trembling perfectly.

I would have laughed if I still could.

Then I saw him.

Gavin.

He stood at the back, dressed in black. Silent. His face expressionless.

But his hands were clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.

He didn’t cry.

He didn’t speak.

But something terrifying burned in his eyes.

And that was when everything changed.

The empire Logan stole began to crumble.

Contracts vanished. Evidence surfaced. Financial crimes exposed. Corruption leaked to the media.

Lisa was arrested first.

Her screams in court were real this time.

Logan followed.

Fraud. Embezzlement. Conspiracy.

Gavin had orchestrated it all.

Clean. Precise. Ruthless.

I watched as Logan fell to his knees in a prison cell—the same way I had begged on that rooftop.

And still, Gavin wasn’t satisfied.

Because revenge didn’t bring me back.

The final night, Gavin came to my grave.

Rain poured heavily.

He knelt beside it.

For the first time, I saw him break.

“I was too late,” he whispered.

My soul trembled.

No.

No, you weren’t.

I was blind.

He placed something beside the grave.

A small bottle.

Poison.

“If there’s another life,” he murmured, his voice barely audible through the storm, “find me first.”

He drank it.

And collapsed beside my tombstone.

I screamed.

I screamed until the sky seemed to tear open.

“Give me another chance!”

“Please!”

“Send me back!”

“I’ll choose him this time!”

Darkness swallowed everything.

“Chole.”

A voice.

Familiar.

Smooth.

Manipulative.

“Are you listening?”

My eyes snapped open.

I was seated at a conference table.

Bright lights. Corporate boardroom. Project files in front of me.

And across from me—

Logan Blake.

Smiling.

Holding the project proposal I personally designed.

The one he would later steal.

My hands trembled.

This moment.

This exact moment.

Before everything went wrong.

Before betrayal. Before death.

Before I chose the wrong man.

I slowly lifted my eyes to meet his.

This time—

I wasn’t in love.

I remembered everything.

And somewhere, in this same city…

Gavin Turner was still alive.

I straightened in my seat.

Logan smiled confidently.

He had no idea.

This time…

I wasn’t the woman he could push off a rooftop.

This time—

I was reborn.

And I was coming for everything.

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