Yes, I jumped from that rooftop. Wind screaming in my ears as I fell, thinking it might finally earn me one fucking tear from them. Instead, all I got was "she's so dramatic."
Now I'm staring at fifteen-year-old skin in the mirror. Downstairs, their fake voices call my name—identical to that "welcome home" afternoon three years ago.
Yvette rushes to hug me, sugar-sweet venom dripping from her lips: "Remember who the princess is." I give her the same plastic smile right back.
I hear the voice in my head crystal clear: This time, I'm not fighting for their love—I'm taking back the life that was always mine.

Reborn: My Second Shot to Burn It All

Emma's POV
In TechStart's conference room, sunlight streamed through the glass walls.
Alex pushed the pen toward me, tapping the salary column with his fingertip, his voice full of appreciation: "Chief Technology Consultant, $120K annually, plus 0.5% equity. When MIT starts, we can give you flexib...

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