ent from the county coroner, delivered by a solemn-faced courier. It stated that Ch

, and dropped it into the trash can besid

Chen, watched me wit

oing to... read it?" she

to see," I said, my voi

? She didn't know that I had already lived this

rst life, I was a titan of industry, a name that commanded respect in every boar

sting, not built for the brutal world of business I thrived in. To pro

Mark was sharp, diligent, and seemed fiercely loyal. I saw him as the perfect shie

hia. They were daughters of an old business acquaintance, and on the surface, they were perfect. Chloe, the eld

s a

ge, and I had handed

f was all-consuming. It was the crack in his spirit that Mark and the

iatrist, Dr. Evelyn Reed, who diagnosed him with severe depression and psychosis. She p

ferring assets into their own accounts. Mark, the boy I had raised as my own, was the mastermind, his resen

und David in his room one day, his arms covered in bruises, hi

I told them I knew what they were d

ieving" fiancées-in-waiting, looked on. It wasn' t a stranger who ended my life. It was the cold, hard metal

dark

s before my own murder. The calendar on my wall confi

st. The doting father was dead, buried with his naivety.

smantle their schemes, piece by piece. I wo

ce a fate far worse than

I felt nothing but a cold, hard resolve. The game