Victory in Obscurity

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The cold, tiled floor of the dungeon pressed against my cheek. I could hear the sounds of a victory feast, the laughter of soldiers loyal to him. My husband, General David, stood over me, his polished boots reflecting the dim torchlight. "Worthless," he spat, the word hitting harder than the back of his hand had moments before. He accused me of driving Bethany, my maid, to suicide, believing every lie she whispered. His boot pressed down on the back of my head, grinding my face into the filthy stone. "You will die down here," he promised, his voice low and final. And I did, alone and broken, my last breath a ragged gasp of despair. I opened my eyes to the dazzling white silk of a bridal suite, my wedding day. The memories weren' t a dream; they were seared into my soul. I was Amelia, an elite special forces operative, now reborn, sent back to the moment it all went wrong. My fiancé, David, was now a charismatic tech CEO, but I knew the cruel soul beneath the expensive suit was the same. Bethany, my maid of honor, my best friend, was the maid who betrayed me in my last life. I heard her soft, breathy voice from the adjoining room, "David, are you sure about this? Marrying Amelia... she doesn' t understand you." Then David's low murmur, "Bethany, don't. Not now." And her whimper, "I love you. I've always loved you." In my past life, I had burst through that door, heartbroken and furious, playing right into their hands. This time, my hand froze on the doorknob; I simply stood there, listening to the betrayal I knew was coming, that had already happened a lifetime ago. A cold calm settled over me. There would be no screaming match, no public drama. I turned away from the door, my plan for simple happiness shattered, replaced by a bitter necessity. "Everything is fine, Marcus," I told my security chief, my voice devoid of emotion. "Plans have changed. We' re leaving. There is no wedding." As I walked away, the memory of the dungeon flashed through my mind: "You will die down here, and no one will remember your name." A grim smile touched my lips. He was wrong. They would all remember my name.

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Chapter 10

06-30 19:47

Introduction

The cold, tiled floor of the dungeon pressed against my cheek.

I could hear the sounds of a victory feast, the laughter of soldiers loyal to him.

My husband, General David, stood over me, his polished boots reflecting the dim torchlight.

"Worthless," he spat, the word hitting harder than the back of his hand had moments before.

He accused me of driving Bethany, my maid, to suicide, believing every lie she whispered.

His boot pressed down on the back of my head, grinding my face into the filthy stone.

"You will die down here," he promised, his voice low and final.

And I did, alone and broken, my last breath a ragged gasp of despair.

I opened my eyes to the dazzling white silk of a bridal suite, my wedding day.

The memories weren' t a dream; they were seared into my soul.

I was Amelia, an elite special forces operative, now reborn, sent back to the moment it all went wrong.

My fiancé, David, was now a charismatic tech CEO, but I knew the cruel soul beneath the expensive suit was the same.

Bethany, my maid of honor, my best friend, was the maid who betrayed me in my last life.

I heard her soft, breathy voice from the adjoining room, "David, are you sure about this? Marrying Amelia... she doesn' t understand you."

Then David's low murmur, "Bethany, don't. Not now."

And her whimper, "I love you. I've always loved you."

In my past life, I had burst through that door, heartbroken and furious, playing right into their hands.

This time, my hand froze on the doorknob; I simply stood there, listening to the betrayal I knew was coming, that had already happened a lifetime ago.

A cold calm settled over me.

There would be no screaming match, no public drama.

I turned away from the door, my plan for simple happiness shattered, replaced by a bitter necessity.

"Everything is fine, Marcus," I told my security chief, my voice devoid of emotion.

"Plans have changed. We' re leaving. There is no wedding."

As I walked away, the memory of the dungeon flashed through my mind: "You will die down here, and no one will remember your name."

A grim smile touched my lips.

He was wrong.

They would all remember my name.