In my previous life, Xavier had treated me like a treasure. He indulged my every whim, catered to my every need. Everyone in our circle knew it. I'd believed it too.
I'd been so sure that a life with him meant happiness. That nothing could go wrong.
I never imagined that the person in his heart was never me.
After I died, Xavier held a press conference himself. He told the world that I was the other woman. That he and Tilda had always loved each other, and I was the one who'd forced my way between them.
After that, public opinion turned on a dime. I became the woman everyone felt entitled to curse.
Even my family wasn't spared. They never set foot in this country again.
And Xavier and Tilda walked into the spotlight together, the golden couple everyone envied.
This time around, I swore I would make them pay for every last thing they'd done.
The earthquake came soon after. People around me scrambled in every direction, searching for open ground. The building in front of me buckled and collapsed, exactly as it had before.
A second later, I saw Xavier sprint toward the wreckage, face white with panic. He dropped to his knees and started tearing at the rubble with his bare hands.