Reborn Without Sarah

n about this, Ethan? There

perfectly clear. Ethan Miller stood on the balcony of his penthouse, the city lights below blurrin

id, his own voice steady, a stran

ean, my boy. The effects are... permanent. Yo

e," Ethan replied, gripping the cold

ony, a wave of forced laughter and the clinking of champagne glasses. It was a celebration for the completion of the new city libr

g that he was an imposter at his own celebration. This life, this successful architect with a beautiful wife and a stunning hom

m that had opened up inside him. This wasn't about revenge, it was about escape. It was about surgically removing a part of his life that had become a fatal dise

awless as the diamond necklace she wore. "There you are. I was

shadow, was Alex Turner. His mentee. The young, ambitious architect he had taken under his wing, the man he had trusted like a youn

han said, his voice flat.

r a fraction of a second, a silent exchange that spoke volumes. It was a look of shared victory, of a private joke at

t performance of wifely devotion. "We were just talking about our t

h anniversary. Now, the word felt like a curse. He looked from his wife's beautiful, lying

said, the lie tasting

for the crowd watching them from inside. "I'll go get you a drink,

is decision solidified, hardening from a desperate idea into an absolute necessity. He