My Betrayal, My Second Chance

Chapter 3

Word Count: 674 | Released on: 10/07/2025

Ava, his face a mask of concern. "Brother," he said softly, his voice trembling just enough

belief. "He's right, Ethan. This is foolish. You're making a mistake." Sh

tyle I had been considering for myself last week. The fabric was expensive, far beyond what

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before. It was his father, Mr. Chen. His face was a twisted mask of desperation and rage. In

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en this time. He was c

t self, instinctively looked to Ava. For a spli

shield him from a threat that wasn't even directed his way. She saw Mr

chain of my past life's affection. M

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igure shot pa

ck Mr. Chen. She kicked the side of his knee, a sharp, precise blow that sent him stumbli

it sending a sharp, familiar pain through me. It was nothing

h a phony concern that made me want to vomit. He glanced at Ava. "Ava,

d a small cut on her arm, probably from deflectin

rity finally swarmed in and dragged him away. She stood up, breathing a little heavily

, my voice coming out r

ned. "It's nothing. Just a scratch." She looke

ine,"

ppearing down the hall. Her back was straight, her steps unfaltering. S

Ava, who was still fussing over her own m

ou failed in your duty as my head of security. You

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“The last thing I remembered was the cold hospital room and the flatlining heart monitor. My wife, Ava, wasn't there; she was too busy arranging my adopted brother Ben's funeral. My own birthday had been my death sentence. Mr. Chen, a rival, lunged at me with a knife. Ava, my bodyguard and fiancée, threw herself in front of Ben, not me. The blade severed my spinal cord. I spent a decade paralyzed, yet I married her, giving her everything-my fortune, my name, my pathetic love. She never let me touch her. Only after her death did I learn the truth: love letters addressed to Ben, bank statements showing her funneling my money to him. Her last diary entry: "Ben is everything. I will protect him with my life, just like I did on that day." The monitor went silent. My world turned black. Then, a voice: "Ethan, it's time to decide." My eyes snapped open. I was in the Miller estate, on my 25th birthday, the day I chose my wife. Ava stood there, cool and distant, an ice queen I had spent a lifetime trying to melt. A jolt of pure, undiluted hatred coursed through me. "I've made my decision," I said, voice steady. I looked past Ava, past her confident smirk, and my eyes landed on Chloe Davis. In my past life, she was the only one who visited me. "My choice," I announced, ringing with finality, "is not Ava Lewis."”