The last thing I remembered was the cold, sterile air of the prison visiting room.
Sarah' s face, twisted into a mask of contempt, spewed venomous words at me.
"Ethan, that data-exfiltration device was clearly planted by you; you were just jealous of Alex and wanted him dead!"
Her voice was sharp, cutting through the thick glass.
"I truly regret leaving Alex for a simpleton like you; you deserve to rot in prison for what you did to him!"
Then the guard pulled me away, the clang of the steel door sealing my fate: life in prison.
For a crime I didn't commit, framed by my own wife.
It all started with a ring, a smart ring Alex Thorne, her "mentor" and my rival, gave her.
My FBI instincts screamed security risk, but Sarah, blinded by his charm, wore it anyway.
That night, I found a sophisticated data-exfiltration device hidden inside, an espionage tool.
I tried to protect her, to buy time, to frame it as a vulnerability in Thorne' s tech, sacrificing my career.
But she betrayed me, leaking classified files, framing me with meticulous precision.
The evidence was overwhelming, and I was arrested.
The day in the visiting room, her final, venomous blow, shattered the last fragments of my soul.
If I could do it all over again...
Then, a wave of warmth, the scent of coffee, not prison food.
I opened my eyes to sunlight in my living room.
Sarah sat on the couch, her face lit with that same excited glow.
In her hands, a small, sleek black box.
"Ethan, look what Alex gave me!" she said, her smile bright and guileless.
Time hadn't just rewound; it had given me a second chance.
This time, I wouldn't be a fool.
I wouldn't save her.
I would save myself.