Introduction

The small, intricate knot of red silk and jade dangled from David Chen' s fingers.

He was about to hand it to me, just like he always did.

This was the moment that began a lifetime of misery in my first life.

"Sarah," he began, his voice the same smooth tone that once soothed me.

But this time, I pushed his hand away, a sharp, instinctive motion.

His gentle look vanished, replaced by confusion, then irritation.

He turned, and without hesitation, offered the charm to my stepsister, Chloe.

I watched Chloe' s triumphant little smile, the memory of my death fresh in my mind.

My sweet dog, Lucky, had died.

My husband, David, had then lost his mind.

He' d claimed Chloe looked just like my dead dog and brought her to our friends' gathering.

"Sarah, let' s get a divorce," he' d shrieked, eyes wild. "I want Chloe to be my wife."

He then killed me, and took his own life before my fading eyes.

His obsession wasn't with a woman; it was with a ghost.

And now I was back, at the charity gala meant to celebrate our arranged engagement.

The outcome was supposed to be set in stone, a merger of families and fortunes.

But this time, I had changed the script.

I would not ignore Mark Evans.

This time, I would live for myself.