This Time, I Fight Back: The CEO's Daughter Returns

This Time, I Fight Back: The CEO's Daughter Returns

Gavin

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The staff party was a dull throb, a familiar exhaustion settling deep in my bones. Then Sabrina Chavez held out the brownie, her eyes wide and innocent, just like before. But I remembered the last time. Taking that brownie led to my throat closing, my lungs burning, and a severe anaphylactic shock. I was dying on the floor, gasping for air, while my boyfriend, Ethan, comforted Sabrina, who claimed it was just cross-contamination. He called me "dramatic" at my hospital bed. That "accident" cost me my promotion, gave me lifelong respiratory damage, and shattered my relationship. It all ended when Ethan, defending Sabrina again, pushed me, and my head hit the counter. I died. Now, I' m back, standing at that exact moment. Sabrina' s smile was sickeningly sweet. The world snapped into focus. This time, everything changes.

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The staff party was a dull throb, a familiar exhaustion settling deep in my bones.

Then Sabrina Chavez held out the brownie, her eyes wide and innocent, just like before.

But I remembered the last time.

Taking that brownie led to my throat closing, my lungs burning, and a severe anaphylactic shock.

I was dying on the floor, gasping for air, while my boyfriend, Ethan, comforted Sabrina, who claimed it was just cross-contamination.

He called me "dramatic" at my hospital bed.

That "accident" cost me my promotion, gave me lifelong respiratory damage, and shattered my relationship.

It all ended when Ethan, defending Sabrina again, pushed me, and my head hit the counter.

I died.

Now, I' m back, standing at that exact moment.

Sabrina' s smile was sickeningly sweet.

The world snapped into focus.

This time, everything changes.

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