Twenty-Two Again: The Ultimate Reckoning

At fifty, my body broken and worn, I lay dying on a cold, stained mattress. Every ounce of my being had been spent on Ethan Vance, the man who now stood across the room in his expensive suit, callously discussing his future with Chloe Harrison – the stepsister who had effortlessly stolen the life intended for me, leaving me with nothing but exhaustion and regret.

"Scarlett was just a means to an end," Ethan smoothly confessed to Chloe, his voice dripping with deceit.