Isabella fought to steady her trembling hands, but the fear and despair from her last moments in her previous life clung to her like a shadow. The memory of those kidnappers filled her with a hatred so deep it hurt.
Getting a second chance, she hadn’t rushed off to get revenge. The worst things from before hadn’t happened yet, and she still didn’t know exactly who her enemies were. For now, she just wanted to make her own life better.
Still, her gut told her Jordan and Natalie were behind it all. She couldn’t imagine anyone else with a motive. Even though Ethan divorced her, she knew he would never go that far. That was why, after coming back, she kept her distance from that couple.
She was painfully aware she had no real support. Ethan was technically her husband, but he was never someone she could truly depend on. Whenever Natalie was involved, Ethan switched sides fast, turning from a safe harbor into a threat. She didn’t dare lean on him. At most, she used his name to carve out a little more comfort and security for herself.
She never expected to face kidnappers again tonight. And definitely not to recognize one of them as the man who’d hurt her so badly in her last life.
“There’s too many of them…” Isabella stared at the man leading the group, her chest tightening with old memories.
“Ethan, you can’t take them all,” she whispered. “Who knows when the cops will actually show up.”
“Go for the leader,” she muttered fiercely. “Take him down and the rest will fall apart.”
Without waiting, Isabella gripped a metal rod, charging at the leader with everything she had. Images from her past life flashed through her mind—the pain, the terror, the helpless anger. Did anyone truly understand how broken she’d been?
Her wild attack caught the kidnappers off guard. They backed away, but Isabella barely noticed. All she could see was her enemy. She swung again and again, landing blows but taking a few herself.


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