Blackwood will not see me comingUpdated at Jan 12, 2026, 03:36
Elena was the wife of Blackwood, the kind of billionaire CEO whose name alone could send shivers down the spines of industry leaders and make companies tremble like leaves caught in a storm. To the outside world, she appeared to be just that graceful lady on his arm, elegant and poised. But, in reality, she was the clever strategist who had steadied his sprawling empire, the ghostly figure pulling the strings behind his most ruthless triumphs.
One would think her life was a paragon of perfection.
…But alas, it was all built on the shaky ground of lies.
Behind the glimmer of luxury and bright flashes of cameras, Elena was a picture of quiet despair. She bore the weight of a husband who chipped away at her spirit bit by bit and a mistress he flaunted without a care in the world. A husband who had never really loved her—and had zero plans of doing so. As she watched them grow bolder, entwined in their cruel little world, her options dwindled to just two: flee and risk being pursued, or remain and slowly wither away while carrying the weight of the Blackwood name.
But this isn’t the tale of how Elena forgives him.
Oh no, this isn’t a story of love at all.
This is the chronicle of how Elena was utterly crushed.
Of how she was humiliated, dismissed, and cast aside—once she ceased to be of any use.
So, when fate, in its peculiar way, handed her a second chance, it wasn’t out of kindness.
No, it was more of a weapon.
“…And if I refuse?” I found myself asking, my voice as cold as a winter morning.
“Then you will remain here,” the shadowy presence replied, “Forever reliving the life you lived, and the way you met your end.”
The memories rushed back to me like an unexpected flood. The treachery. The isolation. That bleak moment when I realized no knight in shining armor would come to my rescue. She hadn’t shown me my death to warn me.
No, she had shown me to shatter me.
“Then I don’t want to be his wife again,” I murmured. “And I certainly don’t want his name.”
“That life has already been laid out for you,” came the response.
“No,” I said, raising my chin with newfound determination. “You need me to return. And I deserve to know why.”
Silence enveloped us.
For once, I was not the one feeling helpless.
“…So I was right,” I continued, a slow, dangerous calm settling over me like an old coat. “You’re not offering redemption. You want my obedience.”
If I was going back, it wouldn’t be to love him.
It wouldn’t be to save him.
No, it would be to survive.
And this time, Blackwood wouldn’t see it coming.