Reborn From The Lake: My Stoic Savior

Author: Janna Lemay

Chapter 1

Word Count: 981 | Released on: 30/04/2026

s chest

She coughed violently, her throat burning as if someone had dragged sandpaper down her windpipe. The violent hacking shattered the

tried to lift her right hand to wipe her eyes, but her arm felt l

her ears. A middle-aged woman wearing a faded floral dress fr

Hot tears fell onto Bridget's cold skin, the temperature

-booted up instantly. Her first instinct was to pull her hand back from the stran

memories

ve migraine spiked behind her eyes. She saw a lake, a boy with a cruel laug

egorized the data flooding her mind: The year was 1978. She was in a poor, marginalized town

panic of the drowning girl was erased. In its place was the absolute, fre

the walls and the rusted metal IV pole next to the bed. She

Fear and anger warred on her face. Corda opened her mouth and started yelling, her voic

roat. It was a residual emotion from the original

She forced that weak, useless emoti

ncial reality of this family better than any bank statement. Her analytical mind instantly crunched the variables: cash flow was effe

icked eyes. Her voice was incredibly ras

The rest of her scolding died in her throat. Thi

ng her words so her weak lungs could keep up. "I already

s face for the usual dramatic tears, the pathetic b

da's panic. Corda slapped a hand over her mout

her left arm. Her movements were stiff, but she reac

older doctor wearing a white coat and thick

cting tears or sedation. A flicker of surprise crossed

led the stethoscope from his neck and told Bridg

lf up, her movements efficient. There was no s

bare back. Bridget frowned slightly, internally assessin

omething on the chart and announced that she was ph

yed toward the floor. Bridget's hand shot out, her finger

harge fees and the specific at-home care requirements.

adult tone. He cleared his throat and gave her the che

s of the cash hidden in the coffee can at home. It was enough

sing stare, she swallowed her protests. Corda turned and hu

he rubbed her thumb against her index

Chapter End

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Reborn From The Lake: My Stoic Savior

Janna Lemay Romance

“Bridget, a ruthless twenty-first-century Wall Street analyst, woke up violently coughing up murky lake water in a decaying 1978 slum. She quickly realized she was trapped in the body of a naive, marginalized teenager who had just committed suicide over a boy's cruel rejection. The original girl had been mercilessly bullied by a fake rich kid named Kurtis and his cruel followers. They had publicly read her desperate love letters out loud, mocking her as a toad trying to eat swan meat, and simply watched as she threw herself into the freezing water. Now, her impoverished mother was left weeping by the bed, facing catastrophic debt and total social ruin in their small town. Everyone expected the surviving girl to wake up begging and crying for the boy who humiliated her. Instead, a cold, calculating fury took over Bridget's analytical mind. "I already died in that lake. That stupid girl is never coming back." How could anyone throw their life away for a pathetic, vain clown wearing a mass-produced fifty-dollar watch? To Bridget, those uncollected love letters weren't symbols of teenage heartbreak. They were toxic assets. They were reputation landmines left out in the open that threatened her new family's survival. Locking away the dead girl's weak emotions, Bridget forced her freezing, exhausted body out of the clinic bed. She set a hard three-month deadline to drag this family out of tier-one poverty. But first, she was marching straight to the volunteer camp to liquidate those liabilities and completely destroy the people who drove this body to death.”