Reborn and Betrayed The Billionaire's Ex-Wife Strikes BackChapter 1

The year I turned fifty, my husband's company went public.

A reporter asked him—a man celebrated for his success—whether he had any regrets in life.

He was quiet for a moment, then said:

"My greatest regret is that thirty years ago, I didn't..."

He never finished the sentence, but everyone knew what he meant.

Thirty years ago, a fire had torn through the factory. He'd inhaled too much smoke and collapsed. I was the company's lead engineer, and I'd dragged him out of the inferno with my bare hands.

The price I paid was burn scars covering half my body. Hideous, twisted scars.

My fingers were mangled beyond repair. I never worked again.

But he didn't abandon me. He honored our engagement and treated me well for the rest of our lives.

The reporter sighed. "If you could do it all over again, I hope you'd be able to save the one you love."

He nodded in agreement.

Then I woke up.

We were both back. Back in that fire.

He wasn't unconscious this time. His eyes were bright, blazing—but they were fixed on something behind me.