I died loving my husband.When I opened my eyes again, I was seven years in the past married to the same billionaire who would one day destroy me.This time, I don’t beg. I don’t accuse. I don’t chase love that never chose me.I stay calm. I observe. I learn his weaknesses.He notices the change immediately.The wife who once loved him blindly now watches him like a stranger.He thinks I’ve softened.He doesn’t realize I came back to make sure I never lose myself again,even if it means walking away from him richer, colder, and completely free.