"Elaine, are you having another headache?"

The cold rain vanished.


The hard floor vanished.

A crisp autumn day, guests everywhere.

My twenty-second birthday party—also my engagement party with Gabriel.


Heaven must have taken pity on me. I closed my eyes and opened them again—I'd been reborn.

Not only was I alive, but I was back to being twenty-two.


This was the year Lindell Group was thriving, with my father in Forbes' top ten.

This was the year before Gabriel and I were engaged.

"She does get a headache," came a gleeful voice from behind. "Yesterday, Gabriel publicly admitted to the media that his secretary is his girlfriend."

My best friend was about to blame them, but I stopped her.

It wasn't just about admitting she was his girlfriend.

Three months ago, Gabriel went on a business trip and was drugged by competitors. Vivian "saved" him by spending a passionate night with him.

Gabriel suddenly found his "true love," wanted to make it up to her and marry her.

Including yesterday, the media had caught them together three times already.

"Elaine, don't listen to that media nonsense. You and Gabriel grew up together. You're bound to..."

I looked at my friend and shook my head.

Her words died in her throat.

I knew exactly what she wanted to say.

A week ago, I woke up at home.

A week was enough time to sort through everything that had happened over those five years.

"Elaine," my friend suddenly warned, "Gabriel is coming."