Too Late For Regret: My Ex-Wife's Empire

A sharp pain pulled me from the darkness. I opened my eyes to see my husband, Graves, smiling as he introduced his new "intern," Alex. Her cheap handbag couldn't hide the dark hickey on her neck. Looking at them, the cold, sharp memory of my death flooded my mind. In my previous life, my protégé sold me out, and Graves watched coldly as our company crumbled, leading to my fatal heart attack. Back then, when he brought Alex home, I screamed and threw things, starting my long nightmare of humiliation. I endured her lavish birthday party in my own home, watching him gift her the exact sports car he said was "too extravagant" for me. I even miscarried our child due to the stress of his constant affairs. He held my hand in the hospital, swearing he would change. But he lied, eventually orchestrating a hostile takeover that literally killed me. I had built his entire empire from the ground up, acting as the brilliant strategist behind the curtain. I couldn't understand how the man I loved could be such a ruthless monster, discarding me for a cheap mistress and stripping away everything I owned. The date on the nightstand confirmed it: I had traveled back in time to the exact day it all started. A strange calm washed over me. "Of course, the poor thing," I said evenly. "We should take care of her." Then, I pulled out the divorce papers. This time, I won't just walk away. I will become the ghost that tears his kingdom down.