(Ayra's POV)
I was drowning in my own thoughts.
Darius's words still echoed in my mind, sending ripples through my heart.
I didn't know what to say.
I wasn't just a woman figuring out her feelings for a man.
I was a woman living a second life—one I still hadn't unraveled.
One that still haunted me in the dead of night, whispering secrets I hadn't yet uncovered.
I had been reborn, given another chance at life, but I still didn't know how or why.
The memories of my past life were fragmented, floating just out of reach, and every time I thought I was close to understanding, the truth slipped away like smoke between my fingers.
And then there was Kyle.
Kyle—the man I once loved, the man who betrayed me.
The man I was still entangled with, not out of love, but out of revenge.
Because Sasha and Kyle had to pay.
They had taken everything from me.
They had destroyed me.
And I wasn't going to rest until I made them suffer the way I had suffered.
