The wife of James Group Chairman Thaddeus James suffered a tragic fall at home, resulting in a miscarriage. Complications led to massive hemorrhaging, and she passed away shortly after.
On screen, Thaddeus was presiding over my funeral.
In my last life, he'd lied to me and held my funeral while I was still breathing.
In this life, my funeral was being held while I was still breathing all over again.
I was alive. But I knew it would only be a matter of days before he came to finish the job.
The fear burned away, and what replaced it was rage. I'd been reborn, and I still hadn't been able to protect my child.
I hated him. God, I hated him so much.
I couldn't just sit here and wait to die. I couldn't let history repeat itself.
I thrashed against the restraints, twisting and pulling until the skin on my wrists split open and blood ran down my hands.
The pain was blinding, bone-deep, but I didn't stop. If I wanted to live, I had to give it everything.
If I could make it to the funeral in time, I could expose Thaddeus's entire scheme in front of everyone.
Minutes later, at the cost of the flesh on my left wrist, I succeeded. The restraints came loose.