My Second Death, Her Sweet Revenge

I was living a dream, finally back in the warm embrace of Sera, the woman I lost.

But a director' s enraged shout shattered the illusion, revealing harsh studio lights, cameras, and a cold, hard floor.

The script called for force, not love, and my confusion on set marked me-not as a lover, but as a stalker, publicly rejected by Sera herself.

Her icy contempt, the humiliating laughter of the crew, and her eventual orchestration of my lonely death from an aggressive cancer left me broken, convinced she was a stranger.

Yet, after dying in despair, I inexplicably woke up in a new, wealthy body, finally experiencing the warmth of a loving family, unaware that the very heart beating in my chest was the beacon drawing her, and a new, even more terrifying battle for my soul, back into my life.