Introduction

The piercing beep of the carbon monoxide detector was the last sound I heard on Christmas Eve, my thirtieth birthday.

Then, a searing pain, and I gasped awake, not in my cold, dark apartment, but in a sterile, bright hospital room, giving birth.

I was twenty-five again, watching Liam, my charismatic husband, and his perfectly coiffed mother, Brenda, barely acknowledge our newborn son, Leo.

I remembered my first life: Liam' s growing indifference, sacrificing my culinary dreams for a love that was never returned, watching my son embrace another woman.

The pain of that life, more real than the lingering ache of childbirth, burned in my gut: I vowed I would not live that life again.

When Chloe, the woman Liam had left me for, showed up at our door, ostensibly as a "colleague," and I overheard Liam confessing that I was nothing more than "the next best thing," "a substitute."

My heart shattered, but this time, it forged ice.

When Liam sabotaged my return to the culinary world, taking the restaurant opportunity I had secured and handing it to Chloe, then poaching my entire team, all to publicly humiliate me.

The numbness shattered, replaced by a white-hot, furious clarity: This was war.

I walked into his office, saw Chloe perched on his desk, and told him, "Liam, I want a divorce."

He followed me to Paris, trying to reclaim me, but I refused, winning the culinary competition he' d tried to sabotage.

I knew, with sickening certainty, that he had lost the best part of himself.

I built my own kingdom, and the future was a blank page, and for the first time, I was the one holding the pen.