The retaliation

The figure stepped forward, her face emerging from the shadows.

Dylan's breath caught in his throat. His vision blurred for a second, not from dizziness but from the sheer force of recognition. It was her.

The face he had seen in his past life. The one he had forgotten.

The reason he could never see her in his nightmares before—because his mind had locked it away, erased the image of his true killer. But now, looking at her, he remembered everything clearly.

"Erica…" he mumbled in a daze. "It's you!" Erica was the one who had poisoned him and killed him in the past, not Lydia.

A bitter taste settled on his tongue.

"Why?" he gritted his teeth, his eyes dark with rage and disbelief. His chest clenched, the same dull ache flaring within him. It wasn't as agonizing as before, but the shock was unavoidable.