Vivienne Winter had everything—beauty, status, and a husband she loved more than life itself. But the world she built with love and trust was nothing more than a fragile illusion.
Betrayed by her husband. Deceived by the woman she called sister. Her life was stolen in the cruelest way.
That night, Vivienne Winter died.
But fate was not so kind to her betrayers.
She awoke five years before her death—just three months before her wedding. This time, she did not weep. She smiled. Armed with the knowledge of the future, she would rewrite her destiny.
No longer naive. No longer powerless. This time, she would correct every mistake, and they would pay.
Yet, as Vivienne carefully wove her path toward vengeance, she remained unaware of one truth—her rebirth was never just about revenge. It was part of something far greater.
And years later, as she stood before the mirror, eyes burning like embers, she whispered:
"They thought they erased me. They thought I was dead. But I was never meant to disappear—I was meant to rise."