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Evelyn Carter writes love stories for a living, but after a heartbreak that shattered her faith in romance, she no longer believes in the happily-ever-afters she creates. Love is just fiction—until a mysterious letter arrives at her doorstep.  

Postmarked ten years ago and filled with soul-stirring confessions, the letter speaks of a love that was meant to last forever. The only problem? It’s signed by Theo Bennett, a brooding literary agent who openly despises romance novels—and swears he never wrote it.  

Determined to uncover the truth, Evelyn and Theo reluctantly team up to trace the origins of the letter. But as they dig deeper, secrets unravel, timelines blur, and an undeniable connection between them resurfaces.  

If fate is real, then this letter is proof that some love stories are written long before we ever live them. But is Evelyn ready to believe in love again—especially when the ending remains unwritten?  

A slow-burn, fate-driven urban romance about second chances, forgotten pasts, and a love that refuses to be lost.

Letters From Another Lifetime

The man standing before her wasn't just another enemy. He was a ghost from her past—a piece of a life she had buried deep, one she had never planned on confronting again.

"Evelyn Carter," the man murmured, his grip tightening around her arm. "It's been a long time."

Theo was beside her in an instant, gun raised, his body shifting instinctively in front of her. "Let. Her. Go."

The man's lips curled into a smirk. "Still relying on others to fight your battles?" His voice held something bitter, something cold.

Evelyn's heart pounded, but she forced herself to keep her voice steady. "Let me go, Daniel."

The name tasted foreign on her tongue now, like it belonged to a different lifetime.

Daniel chuckled, releasing her arm but stepping closer. "You're in deeper than you realize, Evie."

Theo's gun didn't waver. "Step back."

Daniel's gaze flickered to Theo, assessing him. "And who's this? Your new protector?"

Evelyn clenched her fists. "He's none of your concern."

Daniel exhaled, as if disappointed. "It's cute that you think that."

Before Evelyn could react, he leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "Walk away from this. Before it's too late."

Then, just as quickly as he had appeared, he melted into the darkness.

Theo's eyes remained locked on the spot where Daniel had disappeared, his expression unreadable. Slowly, he lowered his gun. "Who was that?"

Because Daniel wasn't just from her past.

He was a part of the secret she had vowed never to reveal.

Back at the safe house, the tension between them was thick.

Theo stood near the window, his jaw tight. "Are you going to tell me who he was?"

Evelyn sighed, sitting on the edge of the couch. "It's complicated."

She hesitated, running a hand through her hair. "His name is Daniel Hayes. We—" She swallowed. "We used to be close."

Theo turned to face her. "How close?"

She exhaled. "He was my fiancé."

Theo didn't move, but something in his expression shifted. "Your fiancé?"

She nodded. "It was a long time ago."

"Why did he tell you to walk away?"

Evelyn bit her lip. "Because he knows something we don't."

Theo studied her, his gaze unreadable. "And you trust him?"

Evelyn let out a humorless laugh. "Not even a little."

For the first time that night, Theo seemed satisfied with an answer.

He moved toward her, sitting down on the couch beside her. "Then we keep going. No matter what ghosts come crawling out."

She looked at him, surprised by the quiet certainty in his voice.

And just like that, the weight on her chest felt a little lighter.

The Ghost from the Past