In my second life, I chose freedom.
Instead of chasing the love that once broke me, I handed it over—to my sister. When the marriage application came, I didn’t hesitate to write her name beside Silas Carrington’s. I planned every moment they shared: the ring on her finger, the wedding dress she wore, the story they would live.
And when Silas took her to the capital, I walked away without a backward glance, enrolling at Eastmoor University to start a life that was finally mine.
In my previous life, love was a cage. Even at fifty, Silas and our son were still begging for a divorce I should’ve granted years ago.
But not this time.
This time, I’m not the girl who waited for love to change. I’m the woman who let it go—and chose herself instead.