Reborn in Love's Embrace

The biting chill of the embalming fluid hadn't quite worn off when I heard it – Ryan’s choked sob, laced with… relief?

He clutched not my hand, but a crumpled lottery ticket tucked into *my* burial shroud.

Five million dollars.

The jackpot we’d played together the day before I “accidentally” fell from his yacht.

Reborn, with the icy certainty of his betrayal burning in my soul, I knew exactly how to spend my second chance.