Dinas Fantasy Amidst a Widower with Three Children

The last thing I remembered was the cold, damp earth on my knees, kneeling before Liam' s grave as my wife, Olivia, stood over me, her beautiful face a mask of pure hatred.

"This is where you belong, Ethan. At his feet."

I had believed her promise of a child, an heir, would free me from her cruel games and secure our future.

Instead, her obsession with her dead childhood sweetheart, Liam, led her to deliberately delay the C-section for our twins, costing them their lives.

Then, she had her guards beat me to death.

But I woke up.

In a sterile white hospital room, the rhythmic beeping of a machine in my ears, I saw Olivia, seemingly unchanged, on the phone, ordering the very delay that doomed our children in my first life.

My heart, which I thought was empty, throbbed with a dull ache as she publicly declared another child - Liam' s son, Lucas - her sole heir, and callously ordered my own babies to be "gotten rid of."

Paternal love surged, and I rushed to protect them, only to be struck down.

I awoke again, beaten and framed for attacking them, mocked by Olivia and the fake Liam.