Introduction

I was back, standing at my own opulent wedding reception in the Hamptons, surrounded by the clinking of champagne glasses and whispers of the wealthy.

Just moments before, I' d been bleeding out on wet asphalt, the last sound I heard my wife Chloe and her lover Carter laughing, discussing my ten-million-dollar life insurance policy.

They' d mocked me as "a broke kid from Queens, a scholarship project," after I'd given them my talent, my loyalty, my very life.

Now, reborn at this fateful moment, Chloe stood before me, her hand still stinging my cheek from a vicious, public slap, her face a mask of fury.

The humiliation continued as my groundbreaking M&A project was publicly handed to Carter, his smug grin twisting my past all over again.

Then, Chloe offered me a "health" smoothie, a seemingly kind gesture I now knew was a slow, mind-numbing poison designed to make me believe I was losing my sanity.

The sheer depravity of their long-term scheme, making me doubt my own competence and worth, solidified into a frigid rage.

How could I have been so blind, so trusting, to the depths of their calculated cruelty and endless betrayal?

But this time, my heart wasn't beating with love or fear; it thrummed with a cold, steady drumbeat of resolve.

They gave me a coffin in my first life.

In this one, I would build them a trap so perfect, they wouldn't see it until the doors locked behind them.