The day Gavin slipped the ring on my finger, he threw me off the rooftop with my best friend Arya watching. “Don’t blame us, Chloe,” she said. “Even your own father wishes you were gone. ” I hit the ground, and my own father didn’t even look at me as I died.
I became a ghost, watching them celebrate. I wanted to rip their spines out and hang them like wind chimes over my grave. Gavin kept saying I was his, that he’d join me in death so we’d be buried together. But I was done being a fool.
The one who loved me died for me while the people I loved killed me. Then I woke up four years in the past. I played my cards carefully. I stole Gavin’s bid documents and gave them to Landon, the man who’d died for me in my first life.
When Gavin came after me, I broke three fingers protecting Landon. Gavin tried to convince me I was crazy, that Arya was innocent. He didn’t know I remembered everything—including that Arya slept with him behind my back. I confronted her.
She denied it. Gavin called me unreasonable. Then I told them both the truth: I’d seen it all before. They’d kill me on a rooftop.
But this time, I’d make them pay. I wasn’t going to be their victim again. Gavin didn’t believe me. He thought I was still obsessed with Landon.
So I switched tactics. I pretended to fall for him all over again, even slept with him to prove it. He ate it up. I played the perfect fiancée while digging into my mother’s death.
I told Gavin my mother’s urn was switched and that Arya’s father had hidden secrets. I even married him, using the marriage certificate as bait to get closer to the truth. My father tried to stop me from moving my mother’s grave. He was too nervous, too defensive.
I found out Arya wasn’t an orphan. She was my father’s daughter from another woman. Her mother had died waiting for him, and he’d abandoned her. Then Arya came to live with us, switched my mother’s ashes, and cursed her soul.
When I confronted her, she laughed. She admitted killing my mother. She admitted orchestrating everything—my suffering, my betrayal, my death. She was poisoning my father against me, and when he had a stroke, she took the blame.
But I had proof. I’d found my mother’s true ashes, the jade pendant, everything. I became CEO of Reed Group and fired my father from his own company. Gavin was always there.
He was the boy I saved from that shipwreck years ago, the one who’d never forgotten. He’d been secretly cleaning up his brother’s dirty deals, pushing out the corrupt board members. When his brother took me hostage, Gavin gambled for my life. He won.
Then his brother tried to blow everything up, but Gavin had already called in a warrant. His brother went down. Gavin sacrificed everything to give me a clean company, even his own reputation. He never told me he was dying.
I found out too late. While organizing the files, I realized he’d been shutting down illegal operations for years, quietly forcing out the people who took dirty money. He knew he was running out of time. That’s why he made everyone believe the worst of him.
So I could inherit something clean. I stood at his grave, holding our child, wishing he could’ve just told me the truth. But some broken things can’t be fixed. I only hope he knew I loved him.
He gave me everything, even when it cost him his life. I promised to take care of our family. And this time, I’d do it right.
