Reborn to Protect My Twins

The first cries of my son, then my daughter, filled the delivery room.

Twins. Mark would have been so proud.

A nurse laid them on my chest, tiny and perfect.

Then the world tilted.

A memory, sharp and brutal, slammed into me.

Another life. This exact moment. Giving birth.

Aethel Corp. The Thorne family. Damian Thorne. His cold eyes. Cassandra Vance, his mistress, her fake tears.

My baby chosen. Then fire, screaming. My child, gone. And Damian' s hands on me, ending it all.

"No," I whispered, clutching my newborns.

It wasn't a dream. It was real. It happened.