Reborn to Ruin Them All

The scream tore from my throat, but no sound came out. I was back. My hand flew to my belly—round, firm, eight months pregnant. Sunlight poured into my apartment. I was alive.

But the memory was searing: that sterile hospital room, the monstrous pain of losing her, my baby girl ripped away. Mark’s family, their greedy faces, haunted my vision. They wanted my company, my money. They watched as my child and I died.

Just three days. That's all I had before the loan sharks would come, the harbinger of my past life's ruin.