I died on a Tuesday.Not dramatically — not in a car crash or a blazing fire. I died in a hospital bed, holding the hand of the nurse who pitied me, while my husband of five years signed papers in the hallway outside. Divorce papers. While our son's body was still warm in the morgue downstairs.That was my first life.When I opened my eyes again, I was twenty-three, three years before the wedding that ruined me, standing in the rain outside the very church where Damien Cole would one day slide a ring onto my finger and then systematically destroy every single piece of me.I had two choices.Run.Or stay — and make him regret every single breath he ever wasted on underestimating me.Guess which one I picked.Nova Calloway was a fool in her first life. She loved too hard, forgave too fast, and trusted a man who saw her as a convenient stepping stone to reclaim his family's empire. She watched her best friend betray her, her mother-in-law humiliate her, and her husband parade his mistress through their home while Nova quietly bled.But that was before the rebirth.Now Nova is back — sharper, funnier, and absolutely feral about getting everything she was robbed of. She doesn't just want revenge. She wants a front-row seat when the entire Cole empire burns to ash.There's just one problem.Damien Cole is even more dangerous this time around. And for reasons Nova cannot explain, the man who destroyed her once is looking at her like she is the only thing in the world worth keeping.He doesn't know she already lived this story.He doesn't know she wrote the ending.And he definitely doesn't know that the woman he's falling for right now... is the same woman who came back from the dead to ruin him.