On the way home for the New Year, Elias Thorne and I were in a terrible accident. When I woke up, I had gone back in time—back to a life before we ever fell in love. In our past life, we had been married for seven years. We were polite and respectful to each other, but he had never once agreed to give me a child. It wasn't until everything had fallen apart that I finally learned the truth: His heart had always belonged to his longtime crush—Lyra Winslow. Reborn with all my memories, I made a different choice. This time, I walked away. We erased each other from our lives. No drama. No confrontation. Just silence and distance. Seven years later, he stood at the top of the financial world. At a reunion, he publicly announced his relationship with Lyra. When he saw I was still alone, he smirked and said, 'Selene, I know I've been your greatest love across both our lives—the best man you could ever dream of showing off. But you didn't have to wait for me all these years." I didn't say a word. I simply reached out and held my son's hand. Elias's face turned ghost-white. His voice trembled with rage. 'Didn't you once promise to love me for a lifetime? That you'd only ever have children with me?" But some promises are meant to be broken— especially in your second life.