From Digital Death To Shared Reign

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The final memory of my past life was a cold, digital execution. I watched David Chen, my ex-fiancé, on a hundred-foot screen at his company' s IPO launch, alive and destroying me. "Sarah Miller hacked my systems," he' d declared, pulling his new girlfriend, Emily, close. "She tried to con my grieving family and ruin Emily' s reputation." The fallout was immediate: blacklisted, our family' s digital forensics firm raided, our life' s work wiped clean. He' d sneered, "If you can' t bring back my reputation, you' ll pay." I paid. We all did. Until now. The insistent ding-dong of my doorbell cut through the silence, bringing me back to October 12th. It was the day after David Chen was reported dead, the day his parents had come seeking my help. Last time, I' d opened that door, taken their money, accepted their false promises, and poured my soul into his shattered laptop, only for him to rise from the grave to crucify me. But this time, I knew where that path led. I pressed my face against the cool wood, my voice steady. "Go away." Mrs. Chen's muffled plea followed: "Sarah, please! It's about David. We need your help." I' d lied: "No one can truly recover data from a physically destroyed device." The silence on the other side thickened with their disbelief, just before the lock on my door clicked. He was here. Already. The door swung open, revealing David Chen, perfectly alive, his charismatic smile a cruel slash. "See, Mom, Dad? I told you she was hiding something," he said, his eyes locking onto mine, a chilling, possessive fire in them. "She knew I wasn't dead." Emily slipped in behind him, a picture of deceptive innocence. He picked up my brother' s locket, a symbol of my family, and with a flick of his wrist, tossed it out the window. "You're a monster," I whispered. "No," he said, "I'm a survivor. You've had your little rebirth, your second chance. Fine. Let's see what you do with it." He knew. He was acknowledging it, and my blood ran cold. He thought he had won, confining me to this digital graveyard. But he was wrong. He hadn't just confined me. He had given me a target.

Modern Betrayal Revenge Rebirth/Reborn Workplace

Chapter 10

07-04 10:56

Introduction

The final memory of my past life was a cold, digital execution.

I watched David Chen, my ex-fiancé, on a hundred-foot screen at his company' s IPO launch, alive and destroying me.

"Sarah Miller hacked my systems," he' d declared, pulling his new girlfriend, Emily, close. "She tried to con my grieving family and ruin Emily' s reputation."

The fallout was immediate: blacklisted, our family' s digital forensics firm raided, our life' s work wiped clean.

He' d sneered, "If you can' t bring back my reputation, you' ll pay."

I paid. We all did. Until now.

The insistent ding-dong of my doorbell cut through the silence, bringing me back to October 12th.

It was the day after David Chen was reported dead, the day his parents had come seeking my help.

Last time, I' d opened that door, taken their money, accepted their false promises, and poured my soul into his shattered laptop, only for him to rise from the grave to crucify me.

But this time, I knew where that path led.

I pressed my face against the cool wood, my voice steady. "Go away."

Mrs. Chen's muffled plea followed: "Sarah, please! It's about David. We need your help."

I' d lied: "No one can truly recover data from a physically destroyed device."

The silence on the other side thickened with their disbelief, just before the lock on my door clicked.

He was here. Already.

The door swung open, revealing David Chen, perfectly alive, his charismatic smile a cruel slash.

"See, Mom, Dad? I told you she was hiding something," he said, his eyes locking onto mine, a chilling, possessive fire in them. "She knew I wasn't dead."

Emily slipped in behind him, a picture of deceptive innocence.

He picked up my brother' s locket, a symbol of my family, and with a flick of his wrist, tossed it out the window.

"You're a monster," I whispered.

"No," he said, "I'm a survivor. You've had your little rebirth, your second chance. Fine. Let's see what you do with it."

He knew. He was acknowledging it, and my blood ran cold.

He thought he had won, confining me to this digital graveyard.

But he was wrong. He hadn't just confined me. He had given me a target.