My younger brother-in-law was kidnapped, and the ransom demand was clear; my superstar husband had to deliver it personally.
But he refused. Instead, he stayed glued to the bedside of his “paralyzed” first love, his indifference cutting through the air like a blade.
Feigning panic, I could do nothing but watch helplessly as the kidnappers shattered my brother-in-law’s hands, destroying not just his career as a director but the dreams he had worked so tirelessly to achieve.
In my previous life, I had been driven to desperation. I had held myself hostage, hoping to force my husband’s hand and save his brother. Yet, my actions earned me nothing but contempt.
He hated me even more for daring to interrupt his first love’s treatment, a decision that led to her legs being amputated. Wracked with despair, she ended her life by leaping into the sea, leaving a tidal wave of blame that crushed me completely.
In a fit of rage, he shattered my legs and flung me before her memorial plaque, his voice seething with fury.
“Mom always said it; no one asked for your meddling!”
“You couldn’t bear to see me cherish Noreen, so you stooped to such vile means to harm her!”
“I’ll make you pay for your sins, with blood and suffering!”
His words, laced with venom, carved deep into my soul. Consumed by hatred, I vowed vengeance, my heart ablaze with resolve.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back at the beginning, staring down the road where it all began.
This time, I would grant their wishes and ensure that mother and son would beg for life while yearning for death.
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“The kidnappers specifically demanded Archer. As his sister-in-law, shouldn’t you be rushing to get him back and save Raden?”
“If anything happens to my son, I’ll make sure you regret it!”
My mother-in-law’s hysterical cries reverberated through the villa, jarring me to my core. It was then that I realized I had been reborn, and I returned to the very day Raden Hayes was kidnapped.
In my past life, this day had been a whirlwind of panic. My mother-in-law’s wails had drowned out all reason. I had frantically sent messengers to plead with my superstar husband, begging him to intervene.
But all I received in return was his scornful rage.
“Samira is nothing but a jealous liar! She can’t stand me staying by Noreen’s side, so she concocted this pathetic story.”
“She knows perfectly well that Noreen needs support for her depression, yet she still chooses to interfere! A woman with no compassion is lower than an animal!”
The messengers I sent returned in utter humiliation, chastised like children caught in wrongdoing.
Even after Archer Hayes had publicly shamed me, my mother-in-law, frantic like an ant on a hot pan, still demanded I go to the hospital myself.
At the elevator, security blocked my path, denying me even a glimpse of Archer.
In my desperation, I threatened to jump from the hospital rooftop, forcing Archer and Noreen to shoulder the disgrace of driving a wife to her death. Only then did he finally relent and save my brother-in-law.
Although Raden returned safely, Noreen Cassidy’s treatment was disrupted, leaving her permanently paralyzed and plunging her further into despair.
My mother-in-law wasted no time pointing fingers, heaping all the blame on me. When questioned by the media, she didn’t hold back, branding me as irrational and accusing me of sabotaging Noreen’s recovery.
She demanded I issue a public apology on social media and personally visit the hospital to beg for forgiveness.
Yet, after Raden’s rescue, her stance shifted like the wind. She accused me of overreacting, dismissing my desperation as an unwarranted spectacle.
Noreen, crushed by the weight of her paralysis, unleashed her fury with one scathing remark.
“Samira, you finally got what you wanted, didn’t you?”
Then, like a ghost fading into the night, she vanished from the hospital.
Later, all that remained was an empty wheelchair left abandoned by the beach, alongside a letter filled with venom condemning me.
Although nobody was ever found, everyone was convinced she had perished.
Archer’s wrath descended upon me like a storm without end. He locked me in the suffocating darkness of a basement, concocted false charges of stock market fraud against me, and sentenced me to death without a second thought.
No matter how much I screamed, pleaded, or tried to explain, my cries fell on deaf ears. Archer’s cold, merciless gaze made it clear he was beyond reason.
My mother-in-law’s scorn echoed through the shadows, adding venom to my plight.
“She’s just the daughter of a nouveau riche. She was never good enough for my son! And now, after causing Noreen’s death, she’s left Archer in agony; she deserves nothing less than death!”
“Son, make sure there’s no evidence left behind when you deal with her!”
Archer’s eyes, colder than ice, burned with murderous intent as he stared me down. His words were sharper than any blade.
“Take a look around; everyone believes you deserve to die.”
“Then go and atone to Noreen.”
