The Wife Who Erased Us

My life was simple, if a little messy, running a tech repair shop, but I had everything that mattered: my wife, Olivia, and our five-year-old son, Leo.

Then, Olivia left for her sister' s funeral, promising to return. She didn' t.

I later found her living a new, lavish life, engaged to her dead sister' s wealthy fiancé.

When I confronted her, begging for answers, her bodyguards brutally beat me.

In the chaos, Leo darted into the street and was struck by a car.

He died in my arms in the pouring rain, while Olivia watched, emotionless.

"He was a mistake," she said, her voice like ice, offering me a paltry sum to disappear.

Daniel Thorne, her fiancé, then stabbed me, leaving me for dead beside my son' s body.

As darkness consumed me, I felt nothing but utter despair and a burning hatred for the woman I had once loved.

But then, my eyes opened.

I was in my own bed, in our small apartment.

And from the other side of the room, I heard a small cough.

Leo was playing with his blocks, alive and well.

Olivia walked in, suitcase in hand, ready to leave for that funeral.

I had been given a second chance, a do-over.

This time, Olivia Reed would pay.