sh was swi

rather, Isabelle Hayes,

rsions of my "unstable" re

ress to Mythical

une: Clever Con or

red after my rebirth, was vandalized overnight. "FRAUD"

was relentless. Memes, vicio

acquaintances crossed

ched it all with grim satisfacti

30th birthday was approaching in this new life, just

ns arrived. Not an of

iary, "Archival Solutions," a dusty, low-visibility department han

sure my time t

for public failure. She spread humiliating rumors

me at a small company gathering, meant to

ys from a charity event held earlier – food d

s the service exit, Izzy appeare

she cooed, then "accid

canapés and wilted salads spilling

ppled throu

mess, then at me, her ey

he added, her voice carrying, "some things

lunged, not thinking, just re

out a theatrical gasp, stumbled b

lancing towards the doorway where Julian had just appeared.

icate condition, a phantom pregna

ce was a ma

ions. He didn't wai

victimized love, and me,

dangerous. He grabbed my arm, his fingers d

to deny it, but hi

a! With my child! And

e room, Izzy's crocod

ft and cruel, designed

Thorne-owned Blackwood Sanatorium. A place long abandoned, rumore

a," he spat, his eyes filled with a cold fire. "Ma

d me, the sound of bolts sliding into

chilling history, triggered memories of my first death – th

s intent. T

air was thick with the

the grime on my cheek. He thought he was punishing me. He