My Love Buried Me, My Return Will Bury You

“One hundred million,” she said coolly. “Accept it, disappear overseas within seven days, and stay far away from my grandson forever.”

Once, I would have fallen apart at those words—tears, pleas, swearing that I loved Sebastian Sterling and had never wanted a cent of his family’s fortune. But the woman who would have done that no longer exists.

Sebastian ended her.

One reckless night, drowned in alcohol and fury, he pulled the trigger. My last memory of that life was the sound of the gun and a woman’s name leaving his mouth—a name that wasn’t mine.

Then I woke up.

I was alive again, seated at the same table, staring at the same check his grandmother was pushing toward me, convinced she could buy me out of his life.

This time, I didn’t protest. I didn’t argue. I curved my lips into a calm smile, slid the check toward myself, and stood.

I know the ending now. I’ve already lived it.

“I’m leaving, Sebastian,” I murmured, folding the check into my purse. “But when I return, it won’t be as the woman you discarded.”

I walked away without looking back.

Because I won’t die for him again.

Next time, he’ll be the one in ruins.