Gathering International Energy

After they left, I was left alone in the spacious, empty villa. Without wasting a second, I decided to practice the Ashura Meditation Technique to prepare myself for the upcoming event at Abigail's party.

I knew she would humiliate Samuel there, and I needed to gather my strength before that moment arrived.

As I meditated, the memories of my first life began to surface more clearly. In the novel, Samuel hadn't left out of choice; he had been forced to by one of Abigail's investors.

The man had made it clear that if Samuel stayed with her, he would not invest in her business. That revelation echoed in my mind, a sharp reminder of the manipulation that had taken place.

The deeper I delved into my thoughts, the more memories flooded back—Abigail's continuous attempts to humiliate Samuel, and the friends who had urged him to run away. But her influence was too great, and eventually, they lost track of him.

A bitter smile tugged at my lips as I meditated, the fury building inside me. "Abigail, you not only destroyed Samuel's life, but you also made me believe this is the true face of a woman once she gains power."

I let out a low laugh, filled with venom. "Just you wait, you manipulative bitch. I'm going to make your life hell, and your games won't work on me."

When I woke up, I found myself standing in front of the mirror, shirtless. As I examined my reflection, I could tell that my body had recovered, but not fully. I still needed to build up to the powerful physique I had in my past life as the Heavenly Demon—something akin to Hrithik Roshan's body. But it was enough for now. I was in a hurry, and I knew I had to move fast.

Later that night, the media went wild with breaking news. Every major news outlet was buzzing with a headline that caused a frenzy. Photos surfaced of Abigail at a pool, playfully kissing and embracing the latest heartthrob from the entertainment industry.

She was the epitome of an unattainable ice queen, a billionaire with the world at her feet. Everything she did was newsworthy. The city had been shocked when she married someone as ordinary as me, but that had been a while ago.

Now, her constant string of affairs was hardly surprising. Everyone knew she swapped men like changing clothes, and Samuel was known as the cuckold. But this time, something was different.

I smirked to myself. "She has no idea what's coming for her. Just you wait, you and your little lapdog Joshua will soon be in misery."

"Mr. Gebb, this is the hotel where your wife is having an affair, right? Are you here to catch her in the act?"

"You've kept quiet all these years. Is this finally the moment you reclaim your dignity as a man?"

"Many people think you're not good enough for Ms. Bardot. They say all her boyfriends are better than you. Why haven't you divorced her yet?"

"Joshua seems like a much better match for Ms. Bardot than you are. Isn't it pointless for you to keep refusing a divorce?"

I smirked and snatched the microphone from the reporter standing beside me. I glanced at the logo on it and said, "Sky Entertainment, huh? That's Joshua Levine's label, right? Why are you so eager for me to divorce her? Is it because you want Joshua to officially take my place? Well, if she wants to divorce me, what's stopping her? In fact, Joshua should be thanking me. He looks just like I did back then. But time's flying by, and I'd advise him to make money in ways that don't rely solely on his fleeting youth."

The reporter's expression darkened.

"And one more thing—I'd be genuinely grateful if any of you can manage to convince Abigail to divorce me," I added with a sarcastic smile before walking into the hotel.

This place was high-end, so security guards were doing their best to keep the paparazzi away, despite their obvious disdain for me. But they were weak and not even worth my time. I walked upstairs and knocked on the door of the suite. When it opened, Abigail was alone in the expansive, luxurious presidential suite, though I could hear the sound of running water from the bathroom.

"Abigail, is someone else here?" I asked.

Joshua's voice echoed from the bathroom, and it reminded me of myself back in college when I was madly in love with her. Back then, I was young, full of optimism and boyish charm, with a voice almost identical to his. But now, that boy was gone. Now, I had Samuel's voice.

"Yes. Be a good boy and finish your shower," Abigail replied gently, a smile lighting up her face.

In that moment, it hit me—maybe she truly had fallen for him. That would explain her boldness in making it public.

"You're here just in time," Abigail said, snapping back to her usual self as she picked up the phone. Moments later, a renowned tailor arrived.

"Your build and appearance are quite similar to Joshua's," Abigail said, glancing toward the bathroom. "Since he's in the shower, you can try on these suits for him."

She then gave me a complex look before chuckling, showing me her phone. The interview from earlier had gone viral in just a short time. The post she shared only added fuel to the fire.

"My husband is just joking," she wrote, her caption smug. "Don't take him too seriously. We're not getting divorced, no matter what. So, please stop asking these questions."

The internet was going wild.

"Abigail, he's practically begging you for a divorce. Why are you still holding on to him? You're so heartless!"

"I bet he's the one who cheated on her. Ms. Bardot must've faked her affairs to make him regret it!"

"I wonder what Ms. Bardot sees in him. He's so thin, and his voice sounds awful."

"Can't Ms. Abigail just be with Joshua? Why is she keeping him around?"

Abigail put her phone away and smiled radiantly at me. "Too bad. You've lost again. Even those comments online couldn't change my love for you. Why would I divorce you over a few rumors?" She paused, then smirked. "I've changed my mind. I want you to come with me to tonight's party."

I knew what would happen at the party. Joshua would make a surprise appearance, and in front of Samuel, they'd flirt with each other. But I wasn't Samuel anymore. I was the Heavenly Demon. And at that party, I would be the one making her question everything.