I watered my thriving succulents one last time before leaving my cafe for the evening, marveling at how different my life had become since escaping Axel’s deadly obsession.
Being burned alive by the man who had vowed to protect me taught me a lesson in recognizing toxic loye. When I was miraculously reborn into my same life. I recognized the warning signs early enough to escape before he could harm me or our unborn child again. Starting my own business in this small town had been my salvation–a life rebuilt from ashes.]
Now as 1 locked the cafe door behind me, my phone buzzed with an unexpected call. The number was unfamiliar, but something compelled me to answer.
“Hello?”
“Violet, what are you trying to pull now?” The accusatory voice pierced through the line, catching me completely off guard. “In that situation. Vanessa has a heart condition, what was wrong with me taking her away? We were already rescued, there was going to be a second team of rescuers. Why didn’t you just follow them back? I had to leave because I had a billion–dollar project at the company. Your job doesn’t pay much, so what are you so upset about? You haven’t answered my calls for days!“]
I froze on the sidewalk, my breath catching in my throat. This wasn’t Axel–this was someone else entirely, speaking to me as if I were someone named Violet. But the situation he described–being abandoned during a rescue, a man choosing another woman over his partner–It sent chills down my spine with its eerie similarity to my own trauma
“I’m sorry.” I finally managed, “I think you have the wrong number. My name isn’t Violet.“]
Suence hung on the line for a beat.
“Ember?” The male voice sounded confused. “Is this some kind of joke? I know it’s y
you.”
I cluiched my phone tighter as the world around me began to blur at the edges. A strange lightheadedness washed over me, and suddenly memories that weren’t mine flooded my consciousness–memories of a landslide, of being trapped, of watching a man named Lucas choose a woman named Vanessa over me.,over Violet.]
“I’m in the hospital…” I heard myself say hoarsely, the words coming from somewhere deep within.
But before I could finish, he interrupted: “Violet, can you stop using such pathetic tricks to get my attention? Always trying to get the attention, you’re disgusting. You’re doing this because you never believed that Vanessa and I were innocent, right? Why is your mind so nasty? No wonder Vanessa always says you’re full of schemes.“]
Then he hung up. When I tried calling back, I found out he had blocked me.
A strange laugh escaped my lips–not my laugh, but Violet’s. I staggered to a nearby bench, sitting down as the world continued to spin around me.
It seemed the universe wasn’t done with me yet. I had escaped one man who had left me to burn, only to find myself in the body of a woman abandoned by another
I looked down at my hands–no longer the hands that had built my cafe, but unfamiliar ones belonging to someone named Violet. Someone who, like me, knew what it meant to be discarded by the person who should have protected her.
As I sat there trying to make sense of this new reality, a strange thought occurred to me. There was something in Lucas’s
I was
actly who I voice–a hint of recognition when I’d said I wasn’t Violet. Almost as if, for a split second, he’d known exactly
Almost as if he, too, carried memories from another life.
Was it possible? Had Lucas also been reborn, carrying memories of Axel’s cruelty? Was that why history seemed to be
epeating itself with different players?|
I took a deep breath, surprisingly calm despite everything. After all, I had already died once and been given a second chance. Now it seemed 1 was being given a third]
This time. I wouldn’t waste it. This time, I would make sure Violet’s life wasn’t defined by a man who couldn’t see her worth–whether he remembered his past life or not.[]
This time, we would both rise from the ashes.]