Reborn: A Love Rewritten

Reborn: A Love Rewritten

Gavin

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My life was a meticulously crafted blueprint, or so I thought. A successful architect, adored by my community, with a childhood sweetheart, Liam Hayes, by my side. Our marriage was the fairy tale I' d dreamt of, until it shattered with the news of his death. Ten years later, I found him alive, living a picturesque life with my best friend, Sophia Chen. His "death" was a lie, a calculated escape from a life, and a wife, he didn' t want. The final twist? He died saving me in a real car crash, his last words confessing his enduring love for Sophia, not me. I woke up, gasping, the scent of birthday cake and lilies filling the air. I was twenty-two again, on the day I first chose Liam. But not this time. Liam' s betrayal carved a raw wound, his dying words now a command ringing in my ears. This time, I wouldn' t make the same mistake. I chose Ethan Stone, my former rival, a man who consistently challenged me, whose aloofness I\'d once mistaken for disdain. My grandfather looked at me, bewildered, as I rejected the expected. Then, at my birthday party, the public humiliation began. Liam, ever the schemer, beat me to the punch, announcing his love for Sophia first, making it seem like he had rejected me. Sophia, a flawless actress, played the role of the innocent, heartbroken friend. As I stepped forward, the black box in my hand, declaring my choice of Ethan, Sophia lunged at me. Liam, defending her, shoved me. My head hit the marble floor, and the world went dark. But not before I saw a flash of black leather, a furious green gaze, and Ethan running towards me.

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My life was a meticulously crafted blueprint, or so I thought.

A successful architect, adored by my community, with a childhood sweetheart, Liam Hayes, by my side.

Our marriage was the fairy tale I' d dreamt of, until it shattered with the news of his death.

Ten years later, I found him alive, living a picturesque life with my best friend, Sophia Chen.

His "death" was a lie, a calculated escape from a life, and a wife, he didn' t want.

The final twist? He died saving me in a real car crash, his last words confessing his enduring love for Sophia, not me.

I woke up, gasping, the scent of birthday cake and lilies filling the air.

I was twenty-two again, on the day I first chose Liam.

But not this time. Liam' s betrayal carved a raw wound, his dying words now a command ringing in my ears.

This time, I wouldn' t make the same mistake.

I chose Ethan Stone, my former rival, a man who consistently challenged me, whose aloofness I\'d once mistaken for disdain.

My grandfather looked at me, bewildered, as I rejected the expected.

Then, at my birthday party, the public humiliation began.

Liam, ever the schemer, beat me to the punch, announcing his love for Sophia first, making it seem like he had rejected me.

Sophia, a flawless actress, played the role of the innocent, heartbroken friend.

As I stepped forward, the black box in my hand, declaring my choice of Ethan, Sophia lunged at me.

Liam, defending her, shoved me.

My head hit the marble floor, and the world went dark.

But not before I saw a flash of black leather, a furious green gaze, and Ethan running towards me.

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