Mistress's Second Life Revenge

I woke up in my New York penthouse bedroom, sunlight harsh in my eyes.

The date on my phone read five years ago, before the fire, before I died.

My breath hitched in my throat as I understood: I was reborn.

My husband, Ethan, walked in, his voice flat, demanding I authorize a quarter-million dollar transfer from my trust fund.

In my first life, that money went to Chloe Sanders, his intern, his mistress.

Every painful memory came flooding back: his coldness, his brazen affairs, and finally, him locking me in a remote ski lodge wing as smoke filled the air.