His Betrayal, My Reborn Heart

In my previous life, I poured my family's savings into Diego Torres. He was a scholarship student I mistook for a tech prodigy, and I helped him become a billionaire.

His way of thanking me was conspiring with his first love, Kiana, to kill me in an explosion.

My mistake cost me everything.

But when I opened my eyes again, I found myself back in the campus cafe, years before my murder. There was still time to fix every mistake.

Diego sat across from me, demanding a thirty-thousand-dollar monthly allowance for Kiana, or else he would refuse my funding.

In that instant, I knew he had been reborn too.

Chapter 1

Avery May's POV:

"Avery," Diego began, "you have to pay Kiana a monthly living allowance. Thirty thousand dollars. Otherwise, I will no longer accept your funding."

My coffee cup stopped halfway to my mouth. I set it down, my gaze falling first on the napkin, then on Diego's face. A predatory gleam flickered in his eyes, exactly like when he stood beside me right before the end.

In that instant, I knew. He had been reborn too.

"Thirty thousand dollars?" I repeated, my tone flat and devoid of emotion.

The sheer audacity of the demand was a carbon copy of the one he made in my past life-a life I was now reliving. It gave me a chilling sense of déjà vu. He hadn't learned a thing; everything was playing out exactly as I remembered.

Diego nodded, his chest puffing out slightly. His cheap synthetic shirt clung to his frame. "That's right. For Kiana. She deserves all of this. And you, Avery, will benefit from this investment too."

"My future business empire has no room for the indecisive, or for those who don't support my vision." With that, a condescending smile crept across his face.

I studied him carefully. He wore a threadbare jacket and frayed sneakers, carrying the faint, lingering scent of cheap ramen. He was still just a scholarship student scraping by, barely surviving on financial aid.

Yet, he spoke as if he already owned a private jet.

His resurrected ego floated above his impoverished reality like some grotesque balloon.

In my past life, I had invested heavily in this man.

I had seen his ambition and mistaken it for genuine talent, funding him out of a misplaced sense of duty. I thought I was nurturing true innovation; I thought I was lifting someone out of the mud.

I was wrong. I was doing nothing but enabling a parasite.

My voice remained steady, a dangerous calm simmering just beneath the surface.

"Wake up, Diego. You're just a scholarship student. Your parents still live in a trailer park outside Bakersfield. You're barely scraping by. What exactly about you screams 'destined for greatness' that I should be investing in?"

I watched the color drain from his face. His mask of arrogance cracked, revealing a flash of genuine fury.

He hated being reminded of his humble origins, a fact I had always politely ignored in the past. But not anymore.

I reached for the napkin he had pushed toward me. My fingers gripped the thin paper tight. With slow, deliberate movements, I tore it in half, then into quarters, and finally into tiny confetti, letting the white scraps flutter down onto the table.

"I reject your demands, Diego." My voice cut clearly through the cafe's noisy chatter and the clinking of silverware. "Absolutely not. Unequivocally, no."

Right on cue, Kiana Baxter stepped out from behind a row of bookshelves, wearing a perfectly calculated look of vulnerability.

Her eyes were wide and brimming with tears, darting back and forth between Diego and me. She wore a carefully chosen, simple dress that made her look pitiful, almost childlike.

"Diego, what's wrong? Why is Avery acting like this?" Her voice was a soft quiver, engineered to elicit sympathy.

She clung to Diego's arm, pressing herself against him as if seeking shelter from my imagined cruelty.

Diego immediately wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. "It's nothing, babe. Avery is just... having a hard time accepting her place."

He glared at me, his eyes filled with a vindictive edge.

"She doesn't understand the sacrifices we've made, or our vision." He stroked Kiana's hair in a show of false comfort. "Don't worry, Kiana. I'll handle everything. You won't have to suffer."

I watched their little performance, a cruel reenactment of countless scenes from my past.

Kiana always weaponized her fragility. I remembered her "bone marrow transplant"-a life-threatening illness she used to play Diego like a fiddle, convincing him he was her ultimate savior.

I also remembered how I had secretly paid a fortune to a specialized clinic in Switzerland for that very "transplant," entirely without Diego's knowledge.

"I won't let either of you suffer anymore," I stated flatly, cutting through their charade. "Furthermore, my funding ends here. Diego, your scholarship is terminated, effective immediately."

I pulled out my phone, scrolling through my contacts until my thumb hovered over a name. "I'm sure the university would be fascinated to learn how you've been embezzling your scholarship funds-paying off Kiana's mother's gambling debts and living far beyond the means of a 'destitute student.'"

Diego went pale.

He had misappropriated the money meant for his education to satisfy Kiana's endless demands. He had been careful, but I had access to all the accounts. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

"This is completely unacceptable," I continued. "I refuse to keep supporting someone so entitled and utterly devoid of integrity." I locked eyes with Kiana. "Nor can I support a partner who constantly drains other people's resources, manipulating everyone around her for personal gain."

Diego finally found his voice. "Fine!" he spat aggressively, gently pushing Kiana behind him and puffing out his chest again. "If that's how you really feel, I don't need your charity, Avery! My genius will shine on its own. I don't need your pathetic little contributions to build my empire!"

His voice was loud, echoing slightly in the cafe and drawing a few curious glances. He was trying to project an air of rebellious independence, making a theatrical show of rejecting my "charity."

I merely raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

Do you really think you can succeed without the seed money, the connections, and the ideas I handed you in our past life?

But I didn't say it out loud. I was looking forward to the show.

"Speaking of 'contributions,'"

I said, pulling a crisp, formal business card from my purse. I flipped it over and scribbled a number on the back.

"Eighty thousand dollars. That is the total amount of scholarship funds disbursed to you so far. I'm sure you recall the terms of the agreement. In the event of early termination or misuse of funds, the amount must be repaid in full. Diego, I need that money back. Now." I slid the card across the table, dodging the scattered confetti.

Diego stared at the card. The disbelief on his face quickly gave way to burning rage.

"Eighty thousand? You think I have that kind of cash? Are you crazy? I'll pay you back... with interest, Avery. When I'm a billionaire. You'll regret this. You'll be begging for my attention, begging for a ticket into my world, but by then, it'll be too late."

He still didn't get it. His previous success had been built entirely on my resources, my connections, my faith, and even the market insights of my father's that I had unwittingly shared with him.

He arrogantly believed his ideas were solely his own, convinced his success was an absolute inevitability.

Without hesitation, I pulled out my phone again and fired off a quick text to my family's finance department: "Freeze all pending scholarship disbursements to Diego Torres. Initiate recovery proceedings for the $80,000 immediately. Have the legal team draft a repayment agreement."

My finger tapped "Send."

The future tech mogul hadn't just lost his future funding; the money he already had was now entirely cut off.

Diego stared at me, eyes wide with horror as the message went through. He scrambled for his own phone and checked his banking app.

His face fell. The money was gone. He was thoroughly and completely screwed.

"Sign this." I pushed the repayment agreement I had prepared earlier today across the table.

It was a standard legal document, legally binding him to repay the $80,000 debt. He hesitated, his hand hovering over the pen.

Meanwhile, Kiana looked absolutely terrified. She whispered, "Diego, what are you doing?"

"You'll regret this, Avery," Diego spat, unwilling to show weakness in front of Kiana. He snatched the pen and angrily scribbled his signature. "You'll regret crossing me."

"I highly doubt that," I replied calmly, retrieving the signed document. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have real business to attend to. Unlike some people, I don't build empires on borrowed prestige."

Diego yanked Kiana to her feet, his face crimson with a toxic mix of shame and rage. He shot me one last venomous glare before storming out of the cafe, Kiana stumbling to keep up with his frantic pace. Then, they were gone.

I knew the game had only just begun.

Avery May's POV:

I decided to head home early. My driver, Ben, was usually waiting by the curb.

As I walked to the designated pick-up spot, a black sedan pulled up.

Before I could even react, a figure lunged out from the shadow of a nearby oak tree.

With a sudden, violent shove, I tumbled to the pavement.

"Get in the car, Avery!" Diego Torres stood over me, his face twisted in frantic anxiety.

Kiana was already halfway into the backseat of the black sedan, looking panicked.

Diego grabbed my arm, trying to haul me to my feet.

"What are you doing?" I snapped, wrenching my arm free. I stumbled backward, trying to put distance between us. My elbow throbbed from the fall.

A young male student walking nearby rushed over. "Hey! What's going on? Let her go!" He reached out, ready to intervene.

Diego scoffed, waving the student off dismissively. "Mind your own business, kid. It's a family matter."

He turned back to me, his eyes locked on the luxury sedan. "Avery, get in the car. Kiana's mom was just rushed to the hospital. It's an emergency."

From inside the car, Kiana cried out, "Avery, please! We need a ride! It's so important!"

"A ride?" I scoffed, struggling to stand. "In my car?"

Diego misinterpreted my disbelief, mistaking my scoff for compliance. He reached for me again. "Stop making a scene, Avery."

"Get your hands off me!" I yelled, my patience entirely exhausted. I snatched my arm away and took another step back.

Diego ignored me. He strode over to the driver's side and yanked the door open. My driver looked startled. "Sir, what are you doing? This is Ms. May's vehicle."

"I'm a friend of Ms. May's," Diego declared loudly. "Take us to the hospital right now. Avery can grab a cab home."

Ben maintained his composure. "Sir, I am exclusively assigned to Ms. May. My job is to take her home, and only her."

Diego's face darkened, his jaw clenching. "Listen here, you have no idea who you're dealing with. I'm Diego Torres. Soon, I'll be one of the most powerful men in Silicon Valley. If you refuse me now, I guarantee you'll never find work in this city again."

Yet, Ben remained entirely unruffled, pressing a button to lock the doors. "I am contacting the police immediately."

I couldn't help the small smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. Stripped of my resources, Diego was nothing but a pathetic, dangerous bully.

He had absolutely no idea how the real world worked without the endless financial shield I had provided. He genuinely believed his past success was purely self-made, assuming that his mere existence entitled him to prestige and absolute obedience.

Trapped inside the locked car, Kiana began to sob, and this time, the tears were real. "Diego! What did you do? We're locked in!"

"It's fine, Kiana, baby. It's just a misunderstanding. Avery is blowing this totally out of proportion." He tugged at the door handle, but it remained locked tight.

He pounded on the window. "Open up! This is ridiculous! I'm going to be a billionaire, you can't treat me like this!"

He spun around to face me. "Avery, knock it off, will you? I'll even... I'll even let you invest in my company again!"

"You'll let me invest?" I almost burst out laughing.

"That's right!" he insisted. "You have deep feelings for me, I know that. But Kiana is my soulmate. She's the one I'm destined to be with, the one who truly understands me."

"You can be my business partner, Avery. We can still conquer the world together. Just... accept my terms, and I'll let you back in."

I curled my lip in sheer disgust.

"Enough," I said quietly, shaking my head. "Diego, let's get one thing straight. There was never an 'us.' My 'affection' was for the project, not for you. And it certainly wasn't to secure a spot in your 'empire.' I already have an empire of my own, thank you very much."

No sooner had the words left my mouth than the piercing wail of sirens filled the air. Two police cruisers pulled up nearby.

"Officers, these two individuals," Ben said calmly, pointing at Diego and Kiana, "attempted to hijack my vehicle, threatened me, and assaulted Ms. May."

"Assaulted?" Diego scoffed, still rapping his knuckles against the window. "She's exaggerating! She's always been so immature. It's just a misunderstanding!"

I met the officer's gaze, my expression perfectly serene. "Officer, I believe Mr. Torres might be experiencing some... delusional symptoms. He seems thoroughly convinced he's a future tech billionaire who can commandeer people and property at will. Perhaps a mental health evaluation is in order."

Diego's eyes bulged in horror. "What? No! I'm not crazy! Avery, you witch!"

The officer approached Diego. "Sir, we have reports of assault, making threats, and attempted grand theft auto. You're coming with us."

"This is absurd!" Diego protested, struggling against the officer's grip. "You can't arrest me! I'm destined for greatness! Avery, tell them! Tell them who I am!"

I just stood there, watching him with a faint, cold smile.

"Officer," I interjected, stepping forward slightly, "I'm not sure which hospital has an open psychiatric bed for Mr. Torres, but I'd be willing to cover the cost of his initial evaluation. After that, perhaps the university's emergency aid fund can assist."

The officer nodded, a glimmer of understanding in his eyes. "We'll take him in for questioning first and ensure he gets properly evaluated. Ms. May, we'll need your statement."

Diego, now in handcuffs, thrashed wildly against the officers. "Avery, you'll regret this! You'll regret everything!" he bellowed, his voice hoarse with rage.

Over the next few hours, my phone buzzed incessantly with a barrage of messages from Diego. Hundreds of desperate texts. Dozens of frantic calls.

He started with pathetic begging, which quickly devolved into vicious threats.

He offered to sell his soul, then swore to destroy me.

He promised me eternal love, then condemned me to eternal suffering.

His final text read: "Avery, you have 24 hours to change your mind, or I swear to God, I'll make you wish you were never born."

I read it, let out a weary sigh, and powered off my phone.

Idiot.

Avery May's POV:

Over the following week, campus life gradually returned to normal.

The incident with Diego and Kiana spread like wildfire, becoming the most explosive piece of gossip among the student body.

Most people concluded that Diego was mentally unstable, and Kiana was his equally unhinged accomplice.

I was sitting in the bustling student union building, sipping a matcha latte with my friend Liam.

"Have you heard about Diego Torres?" Liam asked, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "He's been... making the rounds lately."

I raised an eyebrow. "Where, exactly?"

"Everywhere," Liam said, shaking his head. "He's been crashing venture capital pitches and student startup seminars. Last night, he even tried to sneak into an alumni mixer, parading around calling himself a 'visionary' looking for seed funding."

Liam paused, biting back a laugh.

"Word is, he told one of the investors that he's destined to be bigger than Elon Musk. He said they'd be fools not to hand over fifty million dollars right on the spot, no questions asked, just for the absolute privilege of being associated with him."

I couldn't help but chuckle. Fifty million? He was completely detached from reality. "How'd that go for him?"

"Security escorted him out," Liam grinned. "Multiple times. He kept coming back. He even managed to call tech mogul Mr. Henderson at his private residence, demanding a meeting. Henderson had to file a restraining order."

A wave of amusement washed over me.

He was unravelling. Even with his scholarship revoked and a run-in with the police, he was still spewing his "future billionaire" rhetoric, demanding money in a way that was as pathetic as it was creepy.

I remembered how he used to harass my father in our past life, utterly convinced my dad owed him something.

My father, a man who built his empire on his own merit and shrewd deal-making, had simply hung up on him and blocked his number. Then Diego changed numbers, and after a week, my dad let my security detail handle it.

Without the structure and resources I had previously provided, Diego was completely lost at sea.

Now, faced with the harsh reality of starting from scratch, he was flailing, desperate to replicate a past success without understanding a single thing about the foundation it was built upon.

"I think he's convinced you're secretly sabotaging his career," Liam whispered, adding, "He's telling anyone who will listen that your family is 'conspiring to block his inevitable triumph,' and that you're all 'jealous of his genius.'"

I scoffed. "Jealous? Of what, exactly?" I tapped my expensive but understated smartwatch. "I'm building tangible things, Liam. I don't have time for conspiracy theories."

"Oh, look!" Liam suddenly gasped, nudging me gently with his elbow.

I followed his gaze. Diego and Kiana were standing by a food stall, completely oblivious to my presence.

Diego was gesturing wildly, talking a mile a minute to a very confused-looking vendor.

Kiana stood beside him, her face a mix of deep embarrassment and utter helplessness. She looked thinner, her clothes shabbier than before. She seemed to be trying to pull Diego away, but he was riding a wave of manic energy, completely blind to her discomfort.

"Come on, let's watch," Liam muttered, pulling me behind a large pillar. "This is better than any reality TV."

Meanwhile, Diego was holding a greasy little paper tray containing a lukewarm hot dog.

He stared at it with pure disdain. "This is what you call food?" he shouted, loud enough that several nearby students turned to stare. "This is garbage! My palate demands only the absolute best! From now on, I will only consume organic, ethically sourced cuisine prepared by Michelin-starred chefs!"

With that, he waved the hot dog around in a gesture of grand dismissal.

Kiana tugged at his sleeve. "Diego, please. You haven't eaten all day. It's just a hot dog. Just eat it."

He shoved her hand away. "Nonsense, Kiana! I refuse to lower myself to such mediocrity! My body is a temple, a vessel for future innovation! It deserves better!" He threw the hot dog onto the ground. "This establishment is beneath me! It's a disgrace that you sell this inedible slop!"

The food vendor, a burly man, stepped up to the counter, his face flushing red. "Hey, buddy! You got a problem with my food? Pay up and get out! Don't you throw my merchandise on the ground!"

Diego flared with indignation. "Do you have any idea who I am? I am Diego Torres! Soon, I will own a multi-billion dollar corporation! I'll buy this entire university-including your pathetic little stall-and turn it into a five-star dining experience!" He pointed a finger at the vendor. "You will pay for this insult!"

Kiana tried to drag him away again, whispering frantically, "Diego, stop! The police! Remember the police!"

Beside me, Liam snorted, fighting back a fit of laughter. He clamped a hand over his mouth, his shoulders shaking.

Diego whipped his head around, his eyes sweeping the crowd to find the source of the disrespect. That was when his gaze landed on me. His eyes narrowed, blazing with infernal fury.

"Avery!" he roared. Abandoning the bewildered vendor, he began shoving his way through the scattering students, making a beeline straight for me.

"Oh, for heaven's sake," I muttered, rolling my eyes.

I stood up, grabbing my bag to blend into the crowd, but his eyes were locked on me. He was surprisingly fast.

"You can't run away, Avery!" he yelled, grabbing my arm. "You think you can hide? You think you can pretend I don't exist? I know exactly what you're doing! You're trying to sabotage my plans, aren't you? You're jealous! You want me to come crawling back to you!"

I blinked at him. "Diego," I said evenly, "you are living in a fantasy. I have absolutely zero interest in you, your 'empire,' or whatever imaginary plans you've cooked up in your head."

A profound sense of exhaustion washed over me. He was truly pathetic.

He shook his head violently. "No! You're lying! You still love me! You just won't admit it! You want me, you want my genius, and you want to be the woman standing beside me when I reach the top!"

"But I won't let you win! Kiana is my true partner! My muse! She's my one and only love!"

He waved frantically at Kiana, who was standing there looking totally bewildered and terrified by the scene.

"You just want to tear us apart! But it won't work! We're stronger than you!" With that, he leaned in closer. "Stay away from us, Avery. Do you hear me? Or you'll regret it. I'll make you regret it."

He was genuinely sick.

"Diego," I hissed quietly. "You didn't pay for that hot dog. You threw it on the ground and walked away." I pointed to the squashed bun on the floor. "The vendor is staring right at you, and so is half the student union. They're all wondering how a 'future billionaire' could possibly dine-and-dash over a two-dollar hot dog."

His gaze flicked first to the hot dog, then over to the vendor, who was indeed glaring daggers at him.

Then, he noticed a half-empty bag of chips peeking out of Kiana's purse. He had been secretly snacking on them himself, yet earlier he vehemently swore off "junk food," too proud to admit he was starving.

My suspicions were confirmed. He was starving to death, but his ego wouldn't let him confess it.

His face burned bright red. Raw, unadulterated humiliation replaced his prior fury. "I... I just... I'm not hungry!" he stammered, trying to snatch the bag of chips from Kiana's purse.

"Right," I drawled. "I literally just saw you sneaking those chips. Starving, but too proud to admit it. Truly an inspiring visionary."

His fragile, bruised ego shattered completely. He slammed his fist heavily against the wall beside him with a dull thud. "You witch! You did this! You're trying to ruin me!"

I remained perfectly calm, completely unfazed by his outburst. "Punching a wall isn't going to solve your problems, Diego. It's just going to add a property damage charge to your ever-growing list of legal troubles."

He stumbled backward, gasping for air, his eyes swirling with a mix of terror and hatred. "You think this is over? This is just the beginning, Avery! I will rise! And when I do, you'll regret everything!"

I knew him inside and out, so I knew exactly what words would cut him the deepest.

"You've said that before, and nothing changed." I replied, my tone flat and even. "Diego, you were never a genius."