Everything hurt.
Her chest, her throat, her back, her heart.
Even breathing felt like punishment.
Elira opened her eyes to darkness.
The air was still, heavy, and filled with the bitter scent of betrayal. Her blood felt warm against the cold floor. Her hand reached out weakly, fingers trembling. She saw nothing—only the shadows of two people, standing over her, smiling.
Her husband.
And his lover.
Zayn.
The man she had married out of love. The one who promised her love forever when she had nothing but hope.
Now, he stood with his ex-girlfriend, laughing as Elira's life slipped away.
"You should've stayed quiet," the woman whispered. "But no… you wanted love."
"Elira," Zayn knelt beside her, brushing her hair from her face. "You were too soft for this world. Too stupid."
Her lips trembled. She wanted to scream. To slap him. To ask, "Why?"
But no sound caly blood.
Her vision faded. Her last thought wasn't fear.
It was regret.
Not because she died.
But because she never got the chance to go back.
"I gave up everything for him—my family, my pride, my future… and all he gave me was betrayal."Elira said with regrets and pain.
"I chose the wrong person. I closed my eyes when the truth was screaming."
"If I had one more chance... I'd never love blindly again."
"I'd laugh while they crumble. I'd make them beg the way they once did
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Elira's eyes flew open.
She gasped, sitting upright so fast that her breath caught in her throat. Her hand went straight to her chest—no wound. No blood.
The air smelled like dust and laundry detergent.
She looked around, her heart thudding.
Whitewashed walls. A wooden desk. A water bottle half full. A pile of textbooks.
This was...
Her college dorm?
Her gaze darted to the calendar.
September 5th. Two years before her death.
"No..." she whispered.
She stumbled to the mirror on the wall, barely able to stand.
The girl staring back at her was... young. No wedding ring. No bruises. No heartbreak in her eyes. Her face was rounder, her hair shorter. Her innocence still untouched.
A sob escaped her throat.
It was real.
She had come back.
Her knees hit the floor as she clutched the side of the bed. "I'm alive…"
Tears poured down her cheeks—not of sorrow this time, but of fury.
They killed her.
And now, God had given her a second chance.
It's mean, she rebirth.
The bell rang outside. Morning classes.
She slowly stood, trying to calm the storm in her chest. Every memory came flooding back—the days she had skipped class to meet Zayn, the times she had ignored her parent's warnings, the night she walked out of college to marry a man who destroyed her life.
Not this time.
Her fists clenched.
This time… Zayn wouldn't touch her.
This time, she would never look away from the truth.
This time, she wouldn't choose love. She'd choose power.
Elira changed her old white shirt and jeans—the same clothes, she wore when she met Zyan first time.
She kept it like a treasure.
But now she felt discusting.
Her walk across campus felt like a dream. The rusted bike racks. The mango tree near the admin office. The same group of girls gossiping by the library steps.
Nothing had changed.
But she had.
She walked into her lecture hall.
Her eyes scanned the room. It was mostly empty—only the early students had arrived. She spotted the seat near the back where she used to sit with Zayn.
She ignored it, heading straight to the front row.
Her classmates looked surprised. Some whispered.
"Elira? Since when does she sit in the front?"
"She must be trying to impress Professor Vale."
She didn't flinch. Let them talk.
The door clicked open.
Black dress shoes stepped in, polished to perfection. Black slacks, black shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearms. He wore a silver watch and wireframe glasses. His posture was sharp, almost military.
He didn't look like a professor.
He looked like a man who owned the world and was bored of it.
Lucien Vale.
But Elila fought with her own thought.
"I don't want a man who makes me feel small."
And now she knew…
Zayn made her feel tiny.
This time, she wouldn't betrayed.
She'd make him beg for bytreyal
Deeply. Desperately.
And when the time was right… she'd choose whether to keep him.
Or destroy him.
Just like Zayn destroyed her.
Professor Lucien spoke, voice like velvet cut with steel. "Welcome to your first semester. My name is Professor Lucien Vale. If you're here for gossip, flirting, or free grades—leave now."
The class froze.
He walked to the board, scribbled three words in clean block letters:
"Trust is currency."
He turned.
"In this world, people don't kill you with knives. They kill you with love. Remember that."
Elira's heart stopped.
Those were the exact words she had whispered to herself right before dying.
Just for a second Elira froze.
And now she knew...
This time, she wouldn't be the weak girl who begged for love.
This time, she would make everyone regret.
The boy she once loved with her whole heart had betrayed her in the worst way.
His ex-girlfriend had smiled while she suffered.
And his mother, who acted kind in front of others, had treated her worse than a maid.
They didn't just hurt her.
They broke her and let her die without a single tear.
But not again.
This time, Elira wouldn't be weak.
She wouldn't trust fake smiles or sweet lies.
She wouldn't beg for love or ask to be seen.
She would stay calm on the outside, but inside, she would be fire.
She would ruin them the same way they ruined her — slowly, without warning.
Not with anger or screaming, but with silence that made them afraid.
She would smile while they fell, just like they smiled when she did.
When the bell rang, she stood from her seat.
No one noticed the change in her yet.
But soon, they would.
Because the old Elira — the one who believed in love and forgiveness — was died.
And in her place stood someone new.
Someone who wouldn't let the past repeat again.