MiuNovels

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role.

But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn't the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else's story.

But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I'll write my own story, living for myself.

And this time . . .

I will never love you again.

Rebirth: Love me Again

I arrived home expecting to find Cole there, but the apartment greeted me with nothing but silence. The lights were off, and his shoes weren't by the door where they usually were.

My stomach sank slightly, but I brushed it off. He'd told me earlier that he had something to take care of. I hadn't asked for details—I assumed it was work. After all, he'd been missing most of our time together lately because of it.

Setting my bag down, I tried to push away the flicker of unease. Cole was busy. He always was. That wasn't new.

Still, out of habit, I shot him a message: Hey, I'm home. Let me know what you want for dinner. I'll wait for you.

I stared at my phone for a moment, expecting the familiar chime of his response. But the screen stayed dark.

The Phone Call