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"I DON'T WANT TO DIE A SECOND TIME!!!"
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Ellen Summers' life turns upside down after a freak accident lands her in a strange world. She wakes up as Ellen Winters, the antagonist in an online novel she once read. No longer an orphan and poor, she now has a loving father and finds herself surrounded by wealth.

But in the novel, Ellen Winters meets a tragic fate, dying at the end after being abandoned by her husband, Mason Coldwell, who still harbors feelings for his ex-girlfriend, Aubrey. Determined to escape this cruel destiny, Ellen decides to rewrite her story. She fights to keep Mason and Aubrey apart, knowing the heartbreaking consequences that await if they reunite.

However, as she tries to change her fate, Ellen unexpectedly begins to fall for Mason. Just as she starts to believe in a future together, an unforeseen terror disrupts her plans. Ellen wonders if her attempts to alter the storyline have unleashed something darker.

Can Ellen truly change the course of fate and find happiness with Mason, or will the shadows of the original story prove too powerful to overcome? And will they survive the terrors that threaten to engulf them?

Reborn As Mr. Coldwell's Wife

The kitchen was filled with the smell of sizzling bacon and fresh eggs as Ellen stood by the stove, humming softly to herself. A small giggle escaped her lips, and she quickly bit down on her fingers, holding the spatula in her other hand. She couldn't help it—last night had been a huge development, and the memory of Mason's drunken confession still played over and over in her mind like a sweet song she didn't want to end.

She flipped the eggs with a satisfied smile, Everything felt different now. Brighter. More hopeful. Even if Mason had been drunk when he said those things, it didn't matter. What mattered was that she had heard him, and he had let her in, if only for a moment.

With a happy sigh, Ellen grabbed the plates and walked over to the dining table, carefully setting them down. As she straightened up, she heard the soft shuffle of footsteps behind her.

New Morning