I'll Get My Revenge This Time

Livia Lumiere Carlos softly whispered to herself, "Happy Wedding Anniversary to me," as she gently extinguished the candle atop the cake she had acquired just moments before.

The clock struck ten in the evening, and still her husband had not arrived. Despite making multiple attempts to reach out, she found herself met with silence as George remained unresponsive. She is filled with worry; a sense of unease is creeping in, as if something ominous is unfolding.

Livia has been aware for quite some time that her marriage is deteriorating. She was aware that she had poured her heart and soul into salvaging their marriage, driven by her deep affection for George. She had bestowed upon him all that he desired, leaving herself with nothing to spare. Livia couldn't help but notice the contradicting nature of the wine-sweet yet bitter.

She couldn't help but feel a tinge of bitterness herself as she pondered this observation. With no one by her side except for George, she couldn't help but notice the chilliness in his demeanor towards her over the past few months. Nonetheless, she had never given up on him. Not only pleasing him, but also his entire family.

Livia's gaze fell upon the table. The food appeared delicious, yet she lacked the desire to partake in a meal.

She left ahead of schedule in order to make the necessary preparations, only to find that her efforts were in vain. Just as the woman was preparing to rise from her seat, her phone suddenly began to ring. A notification appears in her inbox.

The number that appeared on the screen was unfamiliar. Livia's nerves kicked in as she opened the message.

From: Unknown Number

Go to your apartment building's room 465. You'll find your spouse and his mistress there.

Upon perusing the text, Livia's complexion turned pallid, as if drained of all color. She is aware that this accusation is not without foundation, as the message aimed to ensure she had firsthand knowledge of the truth.

The woman's body trembles with anticipation, desperately hoping that the message she received is not true. Livia mustered the courage to rise from her chair despite feeling weak. Nonetheless, she managed to stand.

As she headed outside, her heart rate instantly doubled. The room was located on a separate floor, just one level above their apartment. Without jumping to conclusions, she refrained from making any immediate assumptions.

The reason behind her cautious approach was the possibility of it being yet another prank text, a recurring occurrence in her life. As she ascended in the lift, a chill crept through her body, a telltale sign of her mounting nervousness.

Livia found herself tormented by the journey to the floor, where the room awaited her. As she entered the floor, her eyes widened, and a gasp escaped her lips upon hearing the unmistakable sounds of moaning and gasping emanating from the floor ahead.

Livia's knees grew weak as she recognized the sound of her husband's voice. The door was not closed and locked properly. "Oh, goodness gracious! Letty, you truly are the best! You surpasses Livia in every way imaginable!" Livia listened attentively, her keen ears picking up the sound clearly.

In an instant, she recognized the unmistakable owner of this apartment. Her eyes welled up with tears, which soon cascaded down her cheeks. In a fit of anger, she directed her frustration towards the door, delivering a swift kick.

"How could you do this to me?" Livia let out a piercing scream. In the living room, Livia found herself in the presence of two individuals whom she held great trust in. They were both unclothed, intimately intertwined, and engaged in a passionate act of love.

Livia's sudden appearance startled them, causing them to stand up. Livia's vision became blurred with tears, yet the individuals standing before her displayed no trace of guilt or remorse.

"George, how can I explain it? How could you have done this to me? I did everything for you, even if it meant sacrificing my pride. I believed that we had a strong bond of friendship, Letty." With a forceful burst of sound, she let out a piercing scream that resonated through the room, nearly overwhelming her own ears.

As Livia cast her gaze upon them, she couldn't help but notice the smug expressions adorning their faces. "I am pleased that you have already discovered this. I am filing for annulment. I just married you so I can have a high position in the company," George told her, as if she didn't exist in his eyes.

"I've been in love with Letty since then. Now that she's wealthy, we could be together," the cheater murmured as he kissed his mistress.

Upon hearing those words from her beloved husband, Livia felt her heart constrict with an indescribable sensation. In an instant, her heart begins to race uncontrollably, overwhelmed by the intensity of what she has just witnessed.

"Livia, we are not friends. We are merely utilizing you," Letty stated, her grin widening.

Livia was taken aback, and then she found herself utterly speechless. The spinning of her world came to a halt. She was struck by a sudden realization as memories flooded her thoughts.

"I did not have feelings of love towards you." She heard George speak.

Now, everything is clear. Her knees trembled and she felt as if she were about to pass out. She served as nothing more than a tool for their convenience.

A bitter laugh escaped her lips. 'Indeed, I am such an idiot. I became their obedient slave! You are such an idiot, Livia!'

The agonizing pain in Livia's heart caused her body to tremble, and she took a step back. Leaving those cheaters! She refrained from giving anything to them.

She lacked any reason to do so. Clutching her chest, she made an attempt to retreat towards the elevator.

She had no desire to remain in the same building as those two individuals. Livia hesitated as she reached out to press the elevator button, a sudden sensation of unease gripping her heart. She descended to the ground, her body succumbing to the agony, and emitted a vocal expression of distress.

"Help!" Despite her efforts to call for help, no one came to her aid. No one arrived, not even those deceitful individuals, to offer assistance to her. Due to the severity of the pain, Livia found herself writhing on the ground.

Livia found herself in a situation where her cries went unheard, leaving her without any assistance. It was at that moment that she came to the realization that her time had come.

As her body began to weaken, she mustered the strength to express a wish, hoping that it would somehow come true.

"If fate gives me a chance, I promise you two that you will suffer. You will all kneel in front of me, and I will laugh at all of you. Because whoever stands in my way, I will mercilessly trample them," she promised. "Livia, the foolish, the slave, and the errant girl, is no more."

Livia's eyes suddenly opened wide. In an instant, her hand instinctively reached for her chest as the memory of what had transpired flooded her mind. The woman's breath came in heavy gasps, as though she had been running.

As she glanced around, her eyes fell upon the sight of her own form, peacefully resting upon the bed. Relief washed over Livia.

She murmured, "It was merely a nightmare," before rising to her feet. "George?" she called out, her voice filled with anticipation and a hint of uncertainty.

She uttered her husband's name, but there was no response, causing her brows to furrow in concern. She softly murmured to herself, noticing the tranquil atmosphere that enveloped her house as she embarked on a quest to locate her beloved husband.

The house is empty, save for her presence. Instead of burdening her mind with perplexing thoughts, she readied herself in the bathroom.

Just as she was preparing to brush her teeth, a sudden gasp escaped from her lips. As she gazed upon her reflection, she couldn't help but notice how much younger she appeared. It was as if she had traveled back in time, perhaps to her twenty-fifth year of life.

Her face displayed a perplexed look. As she leisurely wandered her gaze around her house once more, her eyes grew wider. "Oh, my goodness!" She spoke softly.

She couldn't help but exclaim inside her head, 'This is my apartment before marrying George!' Livia's face grew pale as she swiftly made her way to where her phone was located.

Her heart skipped a beat as she laid eyes on the familiar device in front of her. It was none other than her old phone.

With a gentle touch, she cautiously unlocked the phone, and her eyes fell upon the date. Once again, her eyes widened, as if in a never-ending cycle of surprise. "Today is March 24, 2021! Oh' God!" Once more, she exclaimed.

Livia is sure that it was March 25, 2023, when she closed her eyes. As her heart raced and her thoughts vanished, she realized the truth of the situation. She was unable to fathom the events unfolding in her own life.

Seated upon the bed, she pondered with great intensity, her mind consumed by uncertainty and unsure of the path to take. 'Is my nightmare real? Then why am I here? I'm supposed to be dead!' She murmured to herself.

No matter how she contorted herself, she was aware that the events unfolding were undeniably genuine. She repeatedly pinched her cheeks and even her tummy. Indeed, this is undeniably real. She muttered, "I am not dreaming."

Livia couldn't believe what was happening. She found herself slapping herself a few times, as if trying to wake up from a dream. The events leading up to this moment felt like a miracle, something she never thought would happen. It all seemed too incredible to be true, yet it was etched in her mind. She took many breaths in and out while savoring the chance that was presented to her.

Livia's eyes fluttered open, instantly drawn to the figure standing before her.

Clad in pristine white attire, the person's face remained obscured by the blinding glow emanating from behind. "I apologize for causing such distress in your life, Livia," the man uttered, his voice bringing solace to Livia's very being.

In that moment, a sudden realization dawned on her. Standing before her was the individual who held the power to shape her existence.

As her gaze wandered, she couldn't help but feel as though she had been transported to a realm of pure bliss. The entire area was filled with pristine white.

"Are you, God? Am I really dead?" With a nervous stutter, she inquired, her teeth gently sinking into her lower lip.

The person shake his head. As she lowers herself onto the seat, her knees surrender to the strain. "How can I restore my pride and glory now that I am no longer alive?" She pondered the question in her own mind.

Livia was completely unaware of her heart condition. Her hand tightened into a fist. And now, what shall we do? Is she prepared to go this far?

The multitude of hardships she had endured. She endured a multitude of dreadful experiences with those in her vicinity. In her quest for justice, how might she find solace?

Will her hardship be in vain? Tears streamed down Livia's face as she gazed at the person in charge.

"Am I really going to die this way? Without justice? Is there a way to address the wrongdoings without resorting to punishment?" She couldn't resist posing this question.

All Livia desired was a life filled with joy and contentment. What causes everything to go awry? The individual remained silent, causing her to lower her head in embarrassment. Who does she think she is, daring to pose such a query to a heavenly being? She is merely a mortal being.

"My sincerest apologies, Livia Lumiere, for the mistake that I have made." The divine creature explained everything to her, acknowledging that what happened was their mistake.

The divine being wanted to confirm if she desired to reconcile or if she wished to end her life.

Livia's eyes grew wide as she took in what she had just heard. "What do you mean by saying it's your mistake?" The woman asked.

Livia caught sight of the divine creature and let out a sigh. "My dear, I must confess that your untimely demise was indeed a result of my own regrettable error. My intention was never to allow your demise. I apologize for what I did." The divine person who was diving explained, "The higher ups were making up for their mistake and offering you an opportunity to shape your life as you have always desired."

When Livia heard what she did, her mouth opened in surprise. Her disbelief washes over her as she takes in the words she is hearing. She didn't instantly respond to his statement.

After a brief moment of silence, she pondered and found that her fear had vanished. The creature before her allowed her the space and time to contemplate her decision, as if it wanted her to carefully consider her options.

However, Livia's sole focus remains on seeking retribution and returning to the place that holds the key to the justice she craves. Her unwavering determination is fueled by a burning desire to hold accountable those responsible for inflicting torment upon her.

The woman looked at the divine person with determination. She stood in front of him properly. The divine person saw her determination and her eyes, even though they didn't hear what her answer was. The diving person smiled at her.

"I wanted to return. Let me go back, please. All I desired was to experience pure happiness. I want to make them pay. Allow me," Livia responded with honesty.

The voice of the divine person boomed, saying, "As you wish, my dear Livia." He lifted his hands high and waved them.

Livia closed her eyes as a gentle light spread throughout her surroundings. She was left in a state of uncertainty, unaware of what would transpire in the moments to come. However, a sensation overcame her as her physical form descended once more.

Livia had a remarkable memory, retaining every detail. She couldn't believe she had been given the opportunity to rectify everything.

As tears streamed down her face, she instinctively brought her hand to her mouth, seeking solace in the act of covering it.

"Thank you!" Livia cried out.

Without hesitation, Livia swiftly reached for a pen and a piece of paper. Her desire was to retain in her memory every unfortunate event that befell her, as well as the individuals who subjected her to oppression. Her desire was to inflict upon them a pain that was twice as intense.

"Liv, make sure you remember everything. You must write down everyone who made you look foolish, and each one must be documented with corresponding actions," Livia whispered to herself.

She recalls the unfortunate events that befell her, along with the precise dates on which they transpired.

With her sharp memory and brilliant mind, she was able to recall every detail effortlessly.

Livia diligently composed three pages filled with the names of various individuals and their corresponding accomplishments.

At the top of her lists, she had George and Letty, occupying the first and second positions, respectively. How could she possibly forget those two individuals who bestowed upon her the greatest weight and responsibility?

Her desire is for them to experience gradual and prolonged agony. A mere one or two punishments bestowed upon them do not suffice. Once more, the woman's gaze fixated on the calendar before her. With her return now complete, she refuses to let anyone make her look foolish once more. She expresses gratitude for returning precisely two years ago to the very place where it all began.

Livia swiftly indulged in a refreshing bath, promptly swapping her attire for her professional office uniform. Instead of donning a pair of eyeglasses, she opted to carefully insert her finest contact lens. Her hair remained untied as she chose to let it cascade freely.

The woman, in addition, chose not to wear any make-up, as Letty had previously suggested, in order to avoid resembling a clown.

"You just realized that girl used you to make herself look good in the eyes of others?" Livia found herself asking mockingly.

She experienced a certain level of disappointment with her previous actions.

In front of the mirror, she gently tapped her cheeks three times, preparing herself for what was to come. Livia took a deep breath and let it out.

She managed to persuade herself and boost her self-confidence. Livia repeatedly reassures herself that there is nothing to fear. Those people are trash, and she must discard them.

"Livia, please make sure you're not being a pushover this time. You've been given another opportunity-your second chance. Never, under any circumstances, should you squander it. You've died and come back to life. Allow them to reap what they have sown. Let them feel how stupid they are if they were in your shoes."

Livia chose not to look at or respond to George's text or call. What might be the reason for her actions?

She simply had no desire to engage in conversation with a man like George, who was both a cheater and a traitor, not to mention his arrogance.

She had already made a personal commitment to never invest any emotions in George. The man forced her to do this.

This particular day holds significance for her, as it marks a moment of retribution. She possesses knowledge of the events that will unfold today, and she harbors no reservations about confronting anyone who dares to provoke her.

Livia Lumiere will not be seen as timid or easily pushed around. They will observe a different path in their surroundings. With unwavering confidence, she finds herself certain of it, for she took the time to prepare herself.

Lost in contemplation, she proceeded to their office without delay, her mind still lingering on the thoughts that had occupied her during breakfast.

As she made her entrance, the guards were filled with awe, and a few onlookers couldn't help but gasp at the sight of her.

It is quite unimaginable for them to fathom the change taking place before their very eyes. Once resembling an unattractive bee with her spectacles, she now undergoes a gradual change, akin to that of a delicate butterfly. This marked the beginning of her journey. In the near future, a new Livia Lumiere will be revealed to them.

With confidence radiating from her every step, she entered the elevator, leaving her co-workers, who were accustomed to seeing her with a lowered head, feeling perplexed.

Livia's face broke into a wide grin as she looked at them. One of the individuals raised an eyebrow in response, to which she replied with a mischievous smirk. The individual's jaw fell open in astonishment.

"What is it that you are all waiting for?" She asked, pointing to the elevator button, which indicated that these personnel were already on their floor.

Confusion, bewilderment, and anxiety consumed them as they pondered over her treatment. Livia was acutely aware of one undeniable truth: they were in a deeply troubled state. With confidence, she resumed her stride as she reached her office floor. Every gaze fixed on her. The news spread rapidly, like a blazing wildfire. She will transform into a blazing inferno, setting ablaze everything in her path.

The presence on the tenth floor is palpable. Without so much as a passing glance, she ignored them. She softly whispered, expressing her immense pleasure in the moment.

Livia wears a smirk on her face as she makes her way from her house to the office. Glancing at her secretary, she proceeded to step into her office.

"Make me a cup of coffee. Check that it is neither too sweet nor too bitter. Give it to me in five minutes," she said flatly. The secretary's eyes grew wide, and her jaw fell open, just like everyone else's. The employees, whose office tables are near Livia's office, couldn't believe their eyes as they witnessed the astonishing scene.

The secretary and the employees exchanged glances. Questions linger in their eyes, their silent inquiries seeking answers that elude all.

The secretary just shrugged her shoulders, thinking that Livia had just gotten up badly.

Unbeknownst to the secretary, she was about to face a humiliation she had never encountered before. Livia settled into her swivel chair, finding it quite comfortable.

At any given moment, not only will her secretary, but also her workload, make their entrance through the door. Countless times had she readied herself prior to her arrival at this place. The woman feigned diligent work, eagerly anticipating the demons' next move. She was the one responsible for creating all the reports, particularly in the finance department.

Livia couldn't help but stifle a silent laugh as her first victim walked in, holding a cup of coffee. "You can get your own coffee. Why do you continue to give me orders when I already have a significant amount of work to attend to outside?"

After placing the coffee cup on the table with a slight slam, the secretary informed her. The coffee was spilled, just a little. While still working on her tasks, Livia took a moment to look at the documents that the coffee spill had soiled. She managed to calm herself, yet her voice remained cold.

"Preparing my coffee is one of your responsibilities. It's part of your job description. If you happen to be unwilling to proceed with the task, you may leave this office, but let me tell you, my dear, if you step outside my office without apologizing, you should find another job," Livia remarked with a chilly tone and soulless eyes.

The secretary's breath caught in her throat as she absorbed the words, her gaze fixed on her boss with a grave expression. Uncertainty clouded the secretary's thoughts, leaving her unsure of how to proceed.

There was a belief among them that something was amiss with their boss, and indeed, their intuition proved to be accurate. Livia, indeed, possesses a remarkable level of fierceness.

"As if I don't know what you do during your working hours. Don't test my patience, Miss Rebecca Vergara," Livia said to the secretary, which paled in comparison to what she said.

The secretary felt a gulp rise in her throat, and her body began to perspire. Without hesitation, the woman lowered her head and offered a sincere apology.

"I apologize, ma'am. I promise not to do it again," the secretary stammered.

The secretary, in a state of shock, remained motionless. Had Livia not raised her voice, it is likely that the secretary would still be rooted in her spot.

"What are you waiting for? Move! I dislike it when people slack off! Give me my coffee in just five minutes!" Livia's voice echoed through the office, reaching not only the secretary but also the employees outside the department.

In a state of panic, the secretary swiftly retrieved the cup and proceeded to clean her boss's table. They weren't expecting the timid Livia to yell. They pondered not upon the mere notion that she merely failed to arise from slumber on the unfavourable side of the bed. Nay, she is indeed undergoing a change, becoming an unstoppable force that eludes all resistance.

Livia paused her work for the day and patiently awaited the return of the secretary. Rebecca trembled as she delicately placed the cup. Livia grasped the object and brought it to her lips, savouring the taste as it cascaded down her throat.

However, she abruptly halted, pausing to contemplate the consequences of her actions. "The water isn't hot, and it's too sweet! Change this coffee!" Once more, she placed an order. The secretary appeared on the verge of toppling from the stand, yet she dutifully complied with the instruction without uttering a single complaint. The secretary is overwhelmed by the current situation, perceiving it as a nightmare experience.

Livia's order persisted in its unyielding nature, causing her secretary to appear increasingly unhinged. This is just the first opportunity to show his pride again.

"Stop! I no longer crave coffee. Get these papers and type them in formal format, with no grammar or typing problems." With a mischievous grin, she glanced at the secretary, who stared back in disbelief.

"Instead of simply do your job! Despite our position, you are acting as though you are superior to me before. I am merely reflecting what you sow," Livia stated with an emotionless tone, causing the secretary to comprehend the weight of her words.

Livia noticed the tears in Rebecca's eyes, but rather than feeling sorry for the secretary, she raised an eyebrow.

"Rebecca, I won't show you any pity." She informed the secretary, "You know it."

Livia couldn't help but scoff as Rebecca walked out of her office. The woman's ears caught the resounding slam of the door. In the solitude of her office, she found herself overcome with laughter, its echoes reverberating throughout the room. She laughed so hard that her stomach nearly hurt.

"This is just the beginning, everyone!"