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Following a horrific car accident, Adeline Moore awakens from a months-long coma with no memory of her life, her identity, or the family who insists they love her. As she struggles to make sense of the fragments around her, she's met with an unsettling reality—her fiancé, Luke, is cold and distant, and her younger sister, Hazel, seems far too close to him.

As flashes of memory return—snippets of arguments, uneasy emotions, and inexplicable grief—Adeline begins to uncover the truth: Luke and Hazel were having an affair even before the crash. Shattered by the betrayal, she’s dealt a second blow when her family rallies around Hazel, dismissing Adeline’s pain and blaming her for not being “the same” since waking up.

Isolated and unsure of who she used to be, Adeline makes a bold decision—she doesn’t want her old life back. She wants truth. She wants freedom. She wants to start over. With quiet resolve and growing clarity, she begins to rebuild her life—this time, on her own terms, and far from those who broke her.

The Second Life of Adeline Moore

Adeline read the email once. Then twice. Then a third time.

Sender: Elias WaylenSubject: Client Relations – Singapore Visit

She stared at the screen, brows furrowed.

Adeline (under her breath):"He's not going?"

Just then, Nathan passed her desk, coffee in hand.

Adeline:"Hey, Nate. Do you know anything about this? The Singapore trip?"

Nathan (without missing a beat):"Yeah, came in late last night. The finance client wants a follow-up on the expansion proposal. Elias wants you to represent the firm."

Adeline (startled):"Alone?"

Nathan:"You've been on a streak. Besides, Elias doesn't fly unless it's the apocalypse. Germs and humans packed into tubes, remember?"

Adeline (half-laughing):"Right. Airborne nightmare."

Elias [text]:You're leaving Friday. Your itinerary and documents are on your desk. Nathan will brief you. Don't be late.

She exhaled and typed back:Adeline [text]: Acknowledged. Anything else I should know?

Elias [text]:Don't disappoint me.

Adeline (muttering to herself):"Encouraging, as always."

By Friday, she stood in the Waylen Company lobby, suitcase at her side, passport in hand. Her coat was buttoned, her nerves hidden beneath practiced calm.

Elias approached, composed as ever in his tailored suit.

Elias:"You have everything?"

Adeline:"Yes. Nathan packed the files. I've reviewed everything."

He handed her a slim black folder.

Elias:"This includes the original contract. In case they try to push for adjustments."

Adeline (accepting it):"Got it. Thanks."

Elias:"You'll do fine."

She blinked, caught off guard by the uncharacteristic reassurance.

Adeline (archly):"Did you just express faith in me?"

Elias (expression unreadable):"I stated a fact. You're capable."

Adeline (with a teasing smirk):"Careful. Someone might mistake that for a compliment."

Elias (already turning away):"Board the plane, Adeline."

She followed his cue, rolling her suitcase toward the exit. At the doors, she glanced back.

Elias was still standing there, hands in his pockets, watching her go. His face was unreadable—neither cold nor warm.

But something in the way he looked at her stirred a pulse beneath her skin.

It beat a little harder than usual.

Solo Flight